Who Will Take Care Of Us Poem by Maria Mitea

now

if we don't love now
fall on our knees, now
if we don't cry out loud, now, if we don't tear apart our clothes right now,
if tears don't crack the stones, now
and hearts don't jump like ping pong balls on fire, now, when we are twisting this strand of hair,
if you don't touch my chin, lightly, like a feather, lightly, now,
now
the gaze, fiery samurais cutting off our eyes with leaves, shattering mustard bellies, - in white webs,
spiders,
in the blink of an eye, releasing air with no shores,
no reins
endless, now
lips, hot steam,
in the blink of an eye, we raise wild rainbows in the clouds,
when? if not now, we caress the lightning with the tongue of longing, in the blink of an eye,
if we don't taste the lilac in between our teeth, now,
when, and how,
and who'll take care of us when we are angry,
tired
and
sad
and
forgotten by the world
left alone
grieving in a naive tremor:

- lovers do not meet at one end, not at the other, but
have always been in each other:

- well, well… but who will take care of us when we are old, alone, and sick
if we don't touch each other, now, like two people