October in your hair,

A fresh autumn in the square

We shared the air in each breath

We’d pick mussels from a dried-out sea

A pain in the marrow always present, a constant reminder

We were whole, complete flowers made of dreams

that would not for a second let go of our hearts

reveries at the edge of time 

How fierce, how human

  

Go on, try as you may, to find that night

Another shape of us hidden by the vines,

Rebellious to the core