nothing.

lusty eyes that tell you nothing fall on the hole in your shirt
so you step into the circle of silence that roams over your head
to protect you from her glare
those lusty eyes that tell you nothing fall on the nothing on your wrist
but you do not care for time
for time tells you nothing

time passes in the morning when you are asleep
and time leaves all men without a farewell in the night

you are protected from nothing that she dangles from her mouth
the lips that are colored a passionless red part
and nothing falls out
and you do not care for nothing.