We Got To Get Our Hands Full, Baby Poem by Maria Mitea

is real,
one more time,
no, no, no
yes, yes, yes

and then listen, and die,
and sing, listen, and die,
and cry,
sing, listen, and die,
quickly
lips
coming down and down like a thunderlight, all
the time, as you would stand with one leg on the ground
and the other one lifts up like when you kiss for the first time, like in 60"s, and
arms arms arms,
round round round,
lips lips lips,
kiss kiss kiss,

below the sky,

tears tear tears,
falling and falling and falling

below the grassroots,

în our hearts
we make honey in our hearts, we make honey from our dreams we make honey
and now we can trade them on our roads,
we can trade them on our roads like we would trade the most expensive menu in a restaurant


Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2023