Pas-de-deux

By Tim Hazell

Angels guard the sweet waters
I’ll just look for your eyes
How much can I ask for myself - legless, aimless?
To bargain barter
To remain alone make beautiful things
Then we come back to play
To become drunk
Romantic love
Would it have been better to disappear into a crowd?
Watching you beyond the furnaces?

I am fingerless
My face fleshless
I can’t go further, entreat or persist
Am limping in the street grotesque
Impeccably dressed
I´ll just look for your eyes
So that I may see everything
I only see the angels now and
None will forgive my mistakes

Let me come back
Let me be alone
Alone
Not to make anyone angry
Not to beg for anyone’s lips
Not to ask anyone’s forgiveness
Within the engines of solitude
If I’m on a different journey
So be it

I’ve found your eyes at last!
Shimmering....blazing....
In a drawer
Where the linen is kept