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