i live
with you
far from
the sky
gathering days
just as
they ripen
on vines
and making
the bed
every morning
after breakfast
washing floors
the dishes
keeping chaos
at bay
this is
just reportage
no colour
no context
there are
some things
i cannot
say here
the other
life that
we live
is unknown
not even
to poetry
to sky
to anyone
oh please
let us
go on
this way
naked, warm
and alive
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