Jöjjön

Come on a Sunday

to challenge the house noises

and hide me in your chest,

let's read each other's eyes, 

let's waltz in our private silence.

Calm down the death of roads

that can only lead to 

burning desires,

spell togetherness in 

imaginary languages.

Prepare me for uncertainty,

for the prevalence

of the ephemeral,

for letting go of

the memories we are making,

of the taste of existing around you
that will linger in my mouth

if we ever part.