Secret Touch

As I write this I must pretend someone's holding my hand

Probably someone dead

(Would be the only one to hold me now, ice cold)

I was waiting, forbidden

No one knew I was waiting, not even you

I was not speaking

You were travelling

And you came to me as if someone just died

Consolidation, but violently felt

Like kissing through the glass window

Passion separated by space legal, like money

(Is a space of freedom)

Free!

Free!

Consolidation when it's an excuse

As if someone had just died

Condolences, when silences rise in public places

And any gathering becomes a cathedral

For a short moment in time

I let you wipe out my facial features

But flesh is the loneliest creature

And it's suddenly silenced

By the most unlawful act of infinity

Infidelity

When I on a whim followed her suddenly into that room

And kissed like blood intinction to avoid thinking of death

Death!

Death!

Exchanging one drive for another drive

There comes a certain point in our lives when we more or less

Desperately want to be bad

And we gladly exchange the good things

Just to for a short moment feel alive

I can tell you that I've never felt so alive

As when you embraced me

You were travelling

And you came to me as if someone had just died

Consolidation of violence

As if already

It did not, and later we regret it

Because we have no language to express that it was both

Ravishing, ravishing

Destructive, and most of all, most of all:

Absolutely necessary

These things! To feel alive

Free!

To die, to die!

Free!

In whoever's innocent arms