Let us twist and contort ourselves
to fit into the most infinitesimal
spaces— where
ceased hope
was too enormous to fit— where
fear blocked the entrance—
but you and I, my darling,
you and I will mold so well together.
Even the most professional sculptor
could not sculpt the hope; the love;
the desire that we have created
with our intertwined souls.
We will go to that place where
one only wished to enter before
life annihilated one’s courage.