Strangers

I think we are strangers
I want to love you, but I don't know who you are
Do you know?
It's hard to love someone you don't know
You don't seem to know who I am
Do you really want to?

We continue to dance in circles 
But never to the same tune
All stomped on toes
And elbows to the ribs
Frustrated and blaming the other

Our sketches of the other
Horrific distortions 
Each of us unrecognizable
In the images we hold up to each other
Like a horrible collaboration of Salvador Dali and Marc Chagall

We speak to each other in discordant tones
Two different conversations occurring in the same time and space
Cacophonous and dissonate 
Everything lost in translation

-gws