you look familiar stranger
as if once you have lost your herds into me
those times, strangers, it was raining
we were looking for nests
thorns in our words
we were wearing wind overcoats
your hand within my heart
you spoke look I`ll be gathering some rods
to sleep for a while
scared I would rise my shoulders up
lingering virus though my veins
I had a fever, remember my friend
your palms with sand
questions dropping on the body
then I died for the first time
and we ran along the wet field
we felt nothing under our feet
laughing and spending the night one into the other