Lines cutting through
Shadows folding
We are two
Flightless birds
With eight arms holding
The cracks in the pavement
The branches blowing
Two dimensionally across our backs
This is what the wild violet meant
When she said move me at night
Move me
Under the moon
Under the streetlights and power lines
If you must
Move me like the wind
Without promises
Without whispers of better weather
The storm rains down
The warm breeze nuzzles at our necks
It is all welcome
Mi casa es su casa
My body
My body is your body
Swallow me
In this whirling dance of darkness
Carry me at night
To foreign soils