Hanne Hukkelberg Midnight Sun Dream
You and me and everyone,
walking in the midnight sun,
we are bare.
We don’t need to dress in clothes,
no attempts on sowing oats.
We are rare.
Strangers take care.
Don’t need to be aware.
There is no despair.
When we meet, we politely say
“how are you”, and do not stay.
Strangers outdoors.
When I pass, I don’t look back.
You don’t whistle a warning of attack.
We’re matures,
not saboteurs.
I am not yours.
There’re no gender wars.
I’m no temptress
you can’t resist.
There’s no message.
We’re simply bare strangers
under the midnight sun.
