Babs Gons, The Netherlands

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Your trophies have no faces

But i feel their presence

And i wonder

Who are your oppressors?

Your trophies have no faces

And i wonder

Do you like to win

By all means necessary

Even if it means losing something?

I know I ask an awful lot of questions

But the quest for answers is a lonely one

And at the same time i realise your truth

Is no substitute for my pain

One Blood 

Her eyelids

Sticky of memories

Reluctant to open

Into moments marked by time

How to feel time?

How to live time

When remembrances are tricked by it?

Trust the scars time left on skin, on flesh, on bone?

Once upon a time I was my mothers’ mother

And at the same time trying to be the daughter I never was

For the mother I never had

Holding on to the quilt

Weaving out lives together.

Does she look through my eyes?

Does she feel the stories written on my skin?

On her skin?

On her flesh and blood?

Flesh and blood

Once touched by time

Now time squeezed out of the flesh, out of the blood.

Blood, a timeless substance, a thin red line crawling through history

Connecting the episodes of our lives in our memories

Blood, a thin red line, a timeless substance

Stretching through our time

Do I live her dreams?

Do I live her memories yet to come?

Am I the dancer and she the eyes?

Am I the train, she the passenger?

Or am I the story, she the hands that write?

Different times

Same memories

One blood

The blood that runs through her story, through my

story, through our story

The blood that makes her see through my eyes

The blood that gives me her presence

The blood that makes us timeless, that makes our

memories timeless

One blood

One blood

Between lust and love  

Dangling on a thin line

Between lust and love

Tiptoeing on the back

Of a potential lover

Why make love

If it isn’t there in the first place?

Love should be found

Not made

But not here

Not tonight

Tonight I'd rather smell

And touch

And taste

But I do not swallow

You know when the sex is great

And you just forget or ignore

All those weaknesses

Just ‘cause it feels good

Nah, I’ll just smell

And touch

And taste

But I don’t swallow

Yes, I am a player

I don’t particularly like to be one

But I like to play the game

So I guess that makes me a player

And I know you like it baby

You like to being played

But I’m not ready yet

I’ll smell

And I’ll touch

And taste

But no, I don’t swallow

I know you have a hard time

And a hard one

And you think the solution to your problems

Is between my legs

Uh uh, no baby, that’s where the problem starts

So I’ll smell

And touch

And taste

But you know I never swallow