I do not want an imaginary love beyond my reach,
neither faith nor religion will move these feet of me:
I want a friend and a lover and a pretentious bitch.
I do not want you as a dream I only remember
in the dying moment between awake and asleep
I want you everywhere else than in a memory.
I do not want you as passion without constraint,
neither as a verse or a rhyme or syllable in poetry
I want you even when the grammar is incorrect -
I do not want another high priestess of worship,
whose rapture would be the criteria of my success
I want all the trivia of daily life, and this reality.
I do not want anything else than what you are
Yet, I ask too much, too much, rinse and repeat -
I just want the soothing softness of your hand -. |