we all need an escape sometimes

I can see, I can see,
I can see i'm going blind.**
I can't see you but
I still know your a masterpiece.
I don't need to see
in order to feel the music
or dance to the beat.
I see with my heart,
not my eyes...
I dance what my heart feels,
not what my eyes see.
...........A true dancer doesn't need her eyes to see,
she dances from the heart....

I hate flying alone, so
travel the world with me...
Think of all the places we'll see,
all the people we'll meet,
all the food we'll eat and
all the languages we'll learn.
We'll get to see the
greatest art piece... the world.
At the end of it all
we'll have discovered new things
and have stories to tell
.... we'll have memories to share...

once there were lavenders here
            blue and mellow like the song of a blue waxbill
                              swaying in the breeze
            in obeisance to your hypnotic lilac outfit
and i sat there mesmerized like an alien on foreign terrain
          as if the outer person mattered that much
                  till like Houdini you broke the chains
                        of the intensity of my need
                                 and i was alone again
                                          naturally

your role is to be gorgeous
                                    desirable
                                         remote and unattainable
mine is to yearn and moan
                                            then lie down and die
                                                      as I’m taunted, forsaken and abandoned
                                                                             by my illusions of you

The things we say to one another:
we could
choose
to make them mean something.

I could tell you that I love you,
even though we've never
really met. You could
tell me that you're dying
and it scares you.
We could talk about the rise and fall
of injection-moulded empires,
the rise and fall of your
mother's chest, as she
took her last breath.
We could vow to behead tyrants together.
We could promise
that we'd never fall victim
to that same sickness. We could
compare our hurts and find a
connection
in our mutual pain. We
could try to share our loneliness,
and maybe the world
would be less lonely.

Or at least we could
speak,
like you're a person
and I'm a person, like we're both
made of the same
beautiful, doomed matter,
only separated
by social convention and
accidental skin;
we could say something worth saying.

Instead: plastic bag tax, The Match,
weight loss and where to buy
the best factory-seconds shoes,
the televised finals of something or other,
the rising cost of corned beef, the
obligatory conversation piece
about the weather.

Can't we talk
just a little bit
bigger than this?