YES Poem by Hester Knibbe

Love, yes there is always a body involved
which makes it and makes it, makes it

tricky at times. Doesn't matter though, we've been
together for so long we've internalised
each other, can't get lost can't get away any more.

Of course, harbingers are crawling under the skin, dancing
when you dance, running when you run, slouching

on the sofa too, sitting there and later Fail
makes away with your dream, a winter torments
the old river that wants to stream. But it

doesn't matter and the sphinx who asks us
the riddle who whom the most is nothing

to get worked up about, we just take each other
by the hand and where the road ends we'll sleep.