Cold Blows the Wind
The wind nears like a train
A stain, a bruise, a game.
a memory. What happened? I really want to know
You almost told me once.
a straw, some strings and a handful of guys to fuck
Tomorrow the rain
I’ll try from here, you know I’m here
I’ll never say no, I love you.
Wind is death, Kali
The clouds pass the sun,
so fast, grey and white
Where are you today?
On a couch, on a floor, naked, alone?
Never alone
I’m here.
When you hold me its forever in a day
When you hold a room full of men
You wont even look my way
Or if you do, for a moment, with disdain,
As if it’s all my fault
When you touched my hair
on the inside I cried a thousand deaths
When you handed me the key
I wanted to be on the ocean floor
The clothes with your scent are gone
Yet again the wind pushes me towards a warm mountain
