state of mind

i'm aware of who you are

no history of mine relates to you
no memory of yours relates to me
no Jesus here for the jew inside you
no stone here for the Magdalena inside me

i'm aware of who you are

your face seeks comfort on my eye-lids
your hands stumble at the edge of my womb
your mind takes a moment to ask itself ''what if...''
so that your lust and sorrow can fall asleep a little

i'm aware of who you are

no story on my tongue
no guilt on your finger-prints
a coarse feeling of sympathy
relates your lips to mine

i'm aware of what we are

so don't. don't you dare to judge me.