If our eyes met once more
Would there be that strange alchemy
Would the language we share
Spring to our lips
Mother Tongue
And would we see
That we speak each other into a certain existence?
I wanted to tell you
He said through the liquor
That the truth matrix is
That there is no truth
And another said
Reality has no mother
I say no wonder women bleed
And you with whom I share the moon
Would understand
For we both have tasted the truth
Swallowed it down
Even to the point of poison
Knowing full well there are those
Who would have spit it out
And yet we still write
And if it mattered not to any
We would still do it
In sun and blood
