***
You saw me pray –
That’s much to know.
Too much to hide.
No one to blame.
Just let me play.
Just let it go.
We’ll override
This sinful flame.
A tightening knot
Inside my chest
From time to time
Will screw me up.
To stop the rot
I’ll try my best.
Hardly a crime,
It’s my make-up.
No more than that.
No more – no less…
A tickling sense
That something’s wrong.
Your voice is flat:
No tune, no stress.
No need to tense –
We both are strong.
(03.09.2007)