Double Life

Show me the lines of your hand
I want to know who you are
Who hides behind your gaze
Your smile, who hides behind your tears
What you did and will do
Who you loved and betrayed
Caressed or killed

Which roads did you cross
Luckily or unfortunately
Which bodies have you penetrated
Struck or soiled
Honored, dishonored?
In which undergrounds did you hold out your hand
Rummage these pockets
Glide between these thighs

Show me the lines of your hand
I want to know your end
Standing or kneeling in the light
Standing or kneeling in the mud
Standing or kneeling in the night
Perhaps forgotten, of everybody and everything