She exhaled hot air,
next to that large speaker,
in one Berlin underground bunker.
too plainly bored to be serious,
scanning the room for something beautiful,
a tad weird, just cool, but far from crazy.
seventies Kinks t-shirt,
and a hat, that was out of fashion,
in a good and steady way,
worn to threads,
as if it had never left her head.
She smiled and blushed just right,
sneakily glimpsing up,
searing the white from my eyes.
She was the best people can ever be,
a promise, a future, an iconography.
Become of it what might.
She was deep and sweet,
and a lure I wanted to inhabit desperately.
Dressed in a cliché of an irony
she held my idea of how to get it right.
A whisper of
between just us two,
lets pretend to act,
as if we cared,
as if we didn’t know,
Let’s play the game.
Just once more.
with a shot of eternity.
Between all those hips on a dance floor,
another girl, old boy,
have faith once more.
You might be a believer after all,
until now you just took it all too literal.
The penitent man believes in right,
he might be weak at time,
in the face of overwhelming odds.
But he is looking,
for what has to be,
for what cannot be different,
otherwise he shalt not have been.
I found all that,
first in the eyes,
then in the souls,
then in the folds,
of all those women,
who share a glimpse,
a yearning for,
one great idea,
always different in two people.
Mary is God,
and a girl I met a thousand times.