Berlin

“Berlin”

Is he airmail
on a bike?
Is he
a Postman
or something
else?

Is he
German
himself
just 
like myself?

Is he in
love with
Berlin
as I am?

Does he
dream
of a Homeland
he cannot see
as I do?

Does he
wake up
and scream?
I do

Is he nice
is he kind
is he
something else?

Does he
want to go
all night
dancing
with me;
or anything else?

Let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s go 
dancing 
all night
and fall
somewhere
in between

Lie down with me
please 
just hold me
tightly
wrap me 
up
in your life
make me
blush

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