We exchanged our hopes for small change
For we were promised a safe passage through the clouds:
The reticence to see reason at first sight–
We ignored the chorus of recollections
Urging us to crossover,without a doubt,
At the next red light–
And you asked me if you would remain
A signature in a slim autograph book,a name
I would not recognise on a silent toothless night?
Our love is not like old wallpaper
Looking washed-out in time.I inhale the scent
Of your sentences wherever I go, and embrace each insight–
An unapologetic truth could turn us inside-out:
Let us crouch low and lunge, my love,
Only when the time is right.