the way I run out of time
and skin, out our bedroom naked
the way you make me yours
and the way I make you mine
my thoughts pour out my brain
spill out the borders
of their predestined labyrinth
picked up as the giant steals women
To escape human conclusion
on the run like a convict
feet bare on vetiver, crushing anemone
to escape the question
do they know? What's with the bruises?
what else does the heart
implement than discontentment?
Will you guys finally give us grandchildren?
I, makeup-less, nude in the flesh
every part of me yours
this morning, slapping my left cheek
and making my face red
Silently playing in the morning
aestus, wavering at nothing
warmed by each other more than the Sun,
unafraid that we are different
