Twist Or Part Poem by Saul Palti

I am off to get a job
a lovers nest to lay to rest
the tears begin to sob
she thoughtfully thought she was best

I have something brand new
yet not a single clue
where her mind goes
under the tip of toes

she wants what I have
yet what she has is better
below the heart pumps love
along comes the waiter

and breath begins to breath
from underground beneath
as we follow our hearts
never to leave or depart