How would you hold me, Without me loosening myself? I sweat myself Upon the white-washed streets, As I clean these sheets, stained with your blackened Tears, that do not clean So easily, as the sun replaces the moon For the newest day. I can grieve, to swim in my ongoing current of Ongoing fears. How would you hold me, Without me loosening myself, Loosening dread, Loosening all we wed Under heavy eyelids, among passing clouds That are as grey as your eyes, too, That do not seem to move Without being an inch displaced From the world, the both of us faced. We are as unity Parted from the world, within, That does not want to move, Not wishing to rotate, Unless with the wandering of a thousand more leaking Currents, that bleed their infinite course.