LEIF VOLLEBEKK

A DOZEN MARES

A light once lit your apartment number
When something came over me
While you were standing under
It

I took things too far lightly
And far too lightly
When I heard and felt it coming
It was like thunder, and yet I wondered
If it just might be
Nothing

But then a dozen mares came up the stairs
With your hands you combed their hair
I could see nothing would ever compare
With beauty nothing’s fair

Very soon I would see
They came not for you
But for me
And I tried to calm them gently
But they went wild at the sight of your bare hands
Your earrings on the nightstand
It’s nothing you would ever understand

They chased me from the land

Taxis light up along the street
What a sight for sore feet