days without you
are not days without you
days with you
are always days with you
far or near
here or there
we are bound
by the prate
of our bickering
the salinity
of the ocean
the silence
of our sleep
the art
that we devour
the music
that we listen to
the wetness
of our saliva
the movies
that we watch
the stiffness
of your desire
the twitching
of my passion
the loudness
of my cries
the clearness
of your tears
the heat
of our ego
the sharpness
of our swearing
Inseparable beings you say
Insatiable beings I say
