If I’m a strange and futuristic version of Peter Pan,
( a wiser / darker one),
you are supposed to be my peculiar Tinkerbell.
It’s been more than 2 years since we first met:
I still don’t know why it’s happened, but I (as well as you) perfectly remember how.
We’ve been above all these kinds of stupid / childish / nauseating relationships that almost everyone seems to like so much.
We’ve never been looking for sex and we’ve found our way of establishing the deepest contact that can ever be.
We’ve tried to ignore the other one for months,
we had our separate lives and partners,
but the fact that now we’re getting closer again makes me think about –
I feel there must be an end,
a big change,
a turning point.
I’m not able to worry ‘cause I’m sure we still have to live something together:
it’ll be so great
( b e y o n d t h i s w o r l d )
to see you again,
and the thought that it might be for the last time doesn’t frighten me at all.
The Light Of God Is All Around Us
(and it seems to me it’s getting brighter…)
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