what if we woke up with a different name and both our names were spelt the same
what if we woke up with a different body with the one open eye feeling hungry
for a striptease in a new skin that stops once and starts again to a rhythm played on your knees there’s a strange tone from the new voice it sings an old song from a musical in two part harmony it says ‘you have the love that i need so much and you have the skin that i love to touch and from this moment on…’
what if we woke up with a different brain and both our brains were tuned the same
to a jackdaw on a roof top with its wings flexed for a take off flaunting all its liberty as cushions cripple tableware and bodies caught in mid air try in vainest mimicry theyre singing ‘please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover i’ve just found it hard to breathe please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover of all your ten thousand things, please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover there were simply other needs please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover god and i agree please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover like seagull hits the sea, please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover have i used it wrecklessly please don’t pass me over love i’ve been a lover i’ve just found it hard to breathe