You ask me if

[enadia]

You ask me if your hair is brown
I cannot make a single sound
You ask me if your hair is blue
I silently make love to you.

You ask me if your eyes are brown
I cannot make a single sound
You ask if your eyes are blue
I withhold all of myself from you.

You ask if me the Earth is brown
I make a throaty, lowing sound
You ask me if the Earth is blue
I turn away, repulsed by you.

You ask me if my words are tears
If all my words are shrivelled fears
You ask me if that's why I can't talk
I simply stand, face you, and gawk.

You ask me if your skin is brown
I cannot hold back, I touch your wrist
You ask me if my skin is blue
If that's why I'm dead to you.

Why am I dead to you?
Why am I dead to me too?
I tremble in this light blue skin.
I tremble in the place I'm in.

You ask me if the grass won't grow
Or if the clouds won't dissapate to snow
Or if the broken arrows mend
Or if we won't still be friends.

I am silent
Because
I don't
Know.