In your eyes,
I see the ghosts of all men I’ve admired,
and kept at a distance.
I’ve accused them
not to love me
but was unable to love them.

I can’t stop listening to your voice,
in delight
and desperate hope.

I watch the shadows of love in movies
hear about life in songs
weave mine
in dreams.

Had to crawl myself out of the hole
– tears made religion –
in which I was born.

Looks like now,
I’m just scared.

Scared to stand.
Scared to love.
Scared to live.

Do stand.
Do love.
Do live.