the morning hangs from us
like dropping rain
ready to fall
so moist
as something we lost

we shower in what we used to be
for now
to enhance our combination

my love
will you listen to me today?

{if not for the
tightness of us
quietly at home
in tenderness}

and in spite
of the hurt galloping
through out chests
the boiling third-kissed lips

the darling
my darling
let's try again
for the memories