perhaps a lip is just a lip
a finger is a fool
perhaps the vile longings slip
amongst the broken rules
perhaps a kiss is nothing
and a worry even less?
perhaps the sea despairs for me
but still I won’t confess
and a worry even less?
perhaps the sea despairs for me
but still I won’t confess
perhaps a touch is just a touch
a moment isn’t time?
perhaps a sin means only love
and love is just a crime?