Rumblings behind my spine.
Are you an angel?
Are you fragile?
Are you as innocent as I would like to be?
A tear falls,
there's more where that came from.
And now, you move,
affected
by out here.
And you are inside.
Break free from my walls!
Are we strangers?
Are we partners?
Are you not tainted yet by
war paint and media plaster?
You come to me
and my belly quakes and rolls and churns.
And you come to me
having not seen yet
and I come to you having seen
and been through the loss of innocence.
Is that fair?
Is it fair that you are an angel
and I have already sinned?
