your hand is morbid in my hand I refuse
your hand in my hands. And there
rests on strange place, I do not know the
.
Our eyes meet.
But no longing in his eyes ---
no fire blazing hot that I know.
Our lips are found,
but no passion I feel in you.
light and delicate and yet so distant, where only the cool
Head governed.
I am with you and yet I am alone.
You stay there and I stay here,
are you and I and yet we do not.
The Knight saddled his horse.
