coupling | poem

poeta

I never went to these places

But know of them, through you.

A lover who understands

The exhalations of memory

In the absence

Of a tomorrow vision

We entangle.

Not in good conscious or bad faith

Nor stubborn will.

A refusal to be alone

Has not become us.

Once simple, noonday dreamers

We understand,

Each are nothing

More than

Son and daughter.

Servants of mother earth

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