Has this breath you take now
Found heat, once, in my lungs?
I found you in a spacecar
I found you when it was all breaking.
The child is lost, she is wandering
in a world of broken glass
that can never cut her.
And here, there is still you,
and me, we. This breath you
take now has found heat, once
in my lungs. I found you in
my fear, my loathing; I found
your silence saved me.
Will these gestures we have made
Be remembered when we need them?
We whisper in the shade between
We whisper where the old is now.
She grows tall; she flourishes;
Her dark hair has hints of gold
that glimmer in the dark.
And here, there is still you,
and me, we. These gestures we
have made will be remembered when
we need them. We whisper in
our guts, our sex; we whisper
how we have found our we.
