The Arms of Strangers

Everywhere and everytime

My limbs grasp for you

So full of tenderness and desire

Are my lithe and lean arms

In proud recognition of who

You always have been and

Always will be someday

Maybe you can make me understand

Finally know, myself, as a man

Hide away quietly your gloom

However, I know of many things

The strong traces of your body

The flushed tinge of your loving

The blurred edges of your vision

The delicate width of your optimism

Let us burden together please?

Hey woman, beautiful woman

Have I ever told you that

I believe in forever, always?

Even though my mouth

Is rented, and indebted

My arms are always free
To search for you

Even when I dream

Stroll with me, through the blocks

Filled with dust, anxiety and plastic

And at least, we will never be

Enemies, when we speak

Together, wordlessly 

Who says I must lose before 

I find, but your arms?
Who says we need all the
Arms of strangers?