lovers like us
cough on our knees
we mumble because we are tired
because Sabines is right
because we do not save love
there are caves
in our love:
we commute from them alone
we dwell within its pauses
and those we gargle in our mouths
because this is granted and we take it
because we do not save love
we are spellbound
by cough syrup
with soft hovering feet we drowse
leaving eighty words in your mouth to taste
(Source: metanoiamuseum.com)
