Neruda

Neruda
I let go my words to make room for your temper traps
the air dances to the furthest melody as we live only
through our transparent skin.
We travel far to try to understand but no one will
ever break this
no one will ever break in our promised land.

I let go my voice, its fragility can only make me strong
your heart dances at a speed I’ll never know, your
heart dances leaving mine out of control.
We travel far to try to understand but no one will
ever break this
no one will ever break in our promised land.