The Lavender Gaze
Always seeking never finding. Always nowhere never arriving.
There was a boy who became a man. Almost – not entirely …
All men must die. Such a fact of life, we fervently neglect …
Give us today our daily bread … today and every day. A bread called emptiness…
Touch me – bring me to the edge. Moaning I withhold that which you let…
Undress me. Let me lie naked before you as I am without protection or masks…
