I have no skin to protect me against the flames
I would like to understand why is our contact a constant burning
Why is too sensitive a question
No cordon sanitaire will wrap my mind into the perfume of fresh terry towels
I just may wonder how I still go to sleep
How doesn't matter
How is too sensitive a question
I still don't know where I missed the point
I still don't know if it's from the very beginning
Maybe in the first shade of understanding
I would like to find out where it started
Where is a too sensitive question
I know everything fertilizes me
I know everything is meant to always feed
My cannibalistic muses' demanding tribes
The unique multitudes I ever can safely lose myself in
The single soul sisters I talk to
What do I say then?
This is a question never asked.