If What I Hear Is True Poem by Maria Mitea

let us go,

let us go, gentle,

let us go tender,

and do not ask where, and do not speak with anyone
when,
let's leave this ridiculous time and leave these ridiculous hearts
and let the yellow fog do the dance and imitate the night
for us
blind turtles lost in the fields, half asleep, half awake,
if what i hear is true, let's pass the pinning world, white teeth,
no one could guess, where, and when we have a place to kiss,
a place to love,
let us go, darling, and climb on turtleback like those without legs,
like those without eyes,
without a place to go
let's leave and
move slowly, darling, and move gently, and tender, and
careful
to move like we don't go anywhere