I can't say that I know you,
I only met you once.
We talked for a while,
and then,
shook hands.
Are you married?
Divorced?
Gay?
Do you have children?
Where were you born, do you have
brothers or sisters?
Are they older or younger than you,
or are you an only child?
What school did you attend?
Which university?
Were you popular?
Do your parents say that they're proud of you?
Are they still alive?
Where did you last go on holiday?
Where do you live?
What car do you drive?
What music do you like, what books?
Can you cook?
There's so much about you that I don't know.
I barely know your name.
And yet, now here I lie,
unconscious.
Naked before you.
Your knife cuts into my chest.
You hold my heart in your hands.
You hold my life in your hands.
Although I don't know you.
Today I trust you more than anyone.
