Outside has stopped
quite and empty, a canvas to be torn
four walls have trapped us in a cocoon of events
tired and spent
And here we hear a singular beast
of two bodies
of two minds
we rise and fall like fat birds reaching for the sky
never learning, never stopping.
charged up breath in an accordion lung between us
two tandem notes playing life
in and out
in and out.
I ask for this breath to be the only movement allowed
for god to give me time
to let our hair intertwine
and our fingers fumble
give me time to conquer this battle.
as we move in
and out and in and
out.