We are two

We are two to contemplate heavens. We are two. On the banks of a beach. In the heart of a mirage. Drawing the moon on a cloud sea. Tagging stars, twinkling. Unstable. Abolishing the borders. Looking in our cemetery. The strength to climb the stony wall. Lizards in the sun. Taken out of the sleep. Eternal. With the maternal image. Of fusional love. Reflection of this anxiety. Our hands tremble without trying to hide it. Our breath is jerky. Breathless. Our moon is dark. Made up by shadows. Our falling stars. We live on habits. Paralysing. Prelude of our dullness. We are two to contemplate heavens. We are two. To listen to beating the time. Spiders weave their paintings. We are lying about in fields. Looking in the daytime which comes to light. We walk slowly. Cockroaches haunt our walls. We watch at them running. Without wanting to see them dying. Our desires get out of breath. In the firmament of our melancholy. In the heart of a mirage. Drawing the moon on a cloud sea. They are black. In charge of rain. Flooding our lives. Under a lapping. Hopeless. We are two to contemplate heavens. We are two. To pretend. Another moment. Having lived on love alone. Now. If close to a wreck. The rough grass. Of our swamps taking hostage us. Stuck in our past. Incapable to eradicate it. We are two to contemplate heavens. We are two. Without succeeding in saying himself goodbye