I am a foreigner in waiting, having stumbled
Upon a world which is not my own.
Between longing and desire I slip
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
There will be no mercy in the wind tonight.
The somber scent of orange fills my lungs
As the chill surrounds me.
It is the aroma of soft kisses, of lips
From a time before. It is the stench
There will be no mercy in the water tonight.
Surround me from all sides.