I, you and we.


Iíve travelled  fifteen hours

And had kept this place in me

As a compromising secret.


No thoughts, only air and grass

in this outdoor shelter,

even cowshit smells tasty.


I said no thinking! less an innocent

Flash sense of me love me and

clean air in my chest and limbs.


A sweet one on butterfly wings

Passes and I whisper a name

As a wish of you and I.


You is a child or a woman

And they might enjoy with me

Or tell itís time to go down.


Itís the place, not mine, anyoneís.

I and we will sit here thoughtless.

But thatís a sweet little lie.