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16. 06. 2005
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NeverLookingBack
No, don't
breathe,
yet,
it's not that I can't feel you somehow
beside me, inside me,
under this pale skin lies
something fragile
on butterfly wings,
though you never asked for more,
I gave you all of me
in little gasping breaths
and whispers,
and it's not that I can't hear you
though you're universes away from
this storm-tossed
heart,
not that I can't reach out and
touch
you,
yet still you will turn away,
I know you will turn away;
I can see it on your face,
hear it in
your
little sighs and your quick darting kiss,
though
your too-familiar hands are
all over this
pale
frail
skin,
don't breathe,
don't
breathe, because
it's all too clear when we're not suffocating
in something
more
than this,
when the twilight grows cold,
grows old,
and I am asleep next to
you,
don't think that I don't dream you,
your scent breathing in and out of
me,
I don't want to
hear your breath
turn to
a sigh,
let your breath be fragile,
be
butterfly wings
tonight...
breathe,
yet,
it's not that I can't feel you somehow
beside me, inside me,
under this pale skin lies
something fragile
on butterfly wings,
though you never asked for more,
I gave you all of me
in little gasping breaths
and whispers,
and it's not that I can't hear you
though you're universes away from
this storm-tossed
heart,
not that I can't reach out and
touch
you,
yet still you will turn away,
I know you will turn away;
I can see it on your face,
hear it in
your
little sighs and your quick darting kiss,
though
your too-familiar hands are
all over this
pale
frail
skin,
don't breathe,
don't
breathe, because
it's all too clear when we're not suffocating
in something
more
than this,
when the twilight grows cold,
grows old,
and I am asleep next to
you,
don't think that I don't dream you,
your scent breathing in and out of
me,
I don't want to
hear your breath
turn to
a sigh,
let your breath be fragile,
be
butterfly wings
tonight...
Žádný, ne-
dýchat,
ještě,
to není že já nemohu cítit vás nějak
vedle mne, uvnitř mne,
pod touto bledou kůží leží
něco křehký
na motýla křídla,
ač vy nikdy jste nežádali o více,
Já jsem dal vám všechny moje
v malých udýchaných dechách
a šepotech,
a to není že já nemohu slyšet vás
ač jste vesmíry pryč z
této bouře-losy
srdce,
ne že já nemohu natáhnout a
dotýkat se
vás,
ještě ještě vy budete odvrátit,
Já vím , že vy budete odvrátit;
Mohu vidět to na vaši tvář,
slyšet to ve
vašich
malých povzdechách a vašem rychlém skákání polibek,
ač
váš také-důvěrně známé ruce jsou celé pryč do
této
bledé
křehké
kůže,
ne- dýchat,
ne-
dýchat, protože
to je všechno příliš jasný kdy my nejsme udusit
v něčem
více než
toto,
kdy soumrak chladne,
zestárnout,
a já spím další pro vás
,
ne- myslet že já ne- nesním vy,
vaše vůně dýchání v a ven moje
,
Já nechci
slyšet váš dech
obrátit se na
povzdech,
nechaný váš dech je křehký,
je
motýl křídla
dnes večer...