Innocence

You cry, yes, you do
tears come forth, drown your face
your voice, everything you, soaked
dripping you sob: "I'm innocent!"

Oh God, I fear this conversation
not much into innocence myself
can't see the use of not knowing
like to be ahead of things, to be
grown-up about things, responsible

"I never even thought of doing that"
Oh, still at it? My God, tears again
I ask you what the accusation is

"Mean, evil, seductive, bad ..."
Yeah, but dear, you are all of that
to be is to do, and you do all of that
Your innocence is the shine of being
the pretence of not knowing yourself
your own doings

I stay mute, not a word from my lips
Nothing escapes them, except a wry smile