Strangers

(31st July 2009)
 
All kinds of people around,
Never meet, never speak, never touch,
Never show their faces or share names,
So many and yet so few do they know.

Strangers are people who think,
Of each other,
Of another lover or chance to start,
You see them, they don't look,
But you think, you know, you need them too.

Where? Who are they? Why are they there?
Sometimes we do not see, only feel or hear,
Image or sound,
Strangers we want are strangers no more.

What do we do?
If we want or think or feel?
About strangers that we need to know,
Closer to come to, to be with.
Are they strangers no more?

Strangers are not odd,
Just people who need, who feel,
Feel each other but never see reality,
Only in dreams or sleep,
Or in showers or massage tables,
If we can enjoy a stranger, we can be ourselves,
Together with the one we wanted, we needed,
Strangers become lovers, friends, partners or more.

I never know strangers,
They are not foreign or unclean,
Just unloved or not needed by others,
Only I seek them as different,
I want them, I feel their needs,
They come to me,
We are strangers no more,
We are ONE!