We grew as we gazed into each other’s eyes, love was a warm snow
we stripped for the sun and smiled at the world
you, toward the whiteness that will never be the same
summoned death, a gavel in your hands
our bodies would flow along the baseboards of long nights
chairs would creak, a lamp would wink at our darkness
while the nails in our cradle rushed us back into the womb
we were born into the very place where all escapes end
you, with the tattoo of a stillborn baby
were the eyeless crowd rushing from the subways into the light
we, with a massive laughter frozen on our lips
would fly paper planes, whispering we’d return
should one mourn the houses whose shadows are torn apart?
I am sorry, we left the mountains behind and turned all the pages
no matter how much we murmur the first song of the morning
we are left stranded on the shore of drifting thing
Artwork by: Louis Michel Eilshemius
