I was born blind
Yet I sense things
With an unusual intensity
That I cannot really explain
I know that my wife is beautiful
Even though I will never see her
Not for a second
I will die blind
Darkness into Darkness
I have yet to come to terms with that
Each morning I touch the contours of her face
And rediscover her beauty
This is my Erotic
She is my friend
My guide and my companion
I met him after the war
And thought him lucky
As he had not witnessed anything
He had heard the war
Tasted the war
And touched the war
But he had not seen the war
And because of that I was jealous of him
I was so tired of the war
It had drained me completely
He had once told me that
War was Kind
Because it had brought us together
But I know that to be untrue
As I had lied to him
When we first met
I told him that I was wearing
A Blue Shirt
When in fact I was wearing
A Red Shirt
That was my first lie
This was my Erotic