We are
brothers
sisters
the thread through
the meaning of this.

We meet in bars
in restaurants
listen to others
conversations,
talk to each other
of others love.

We have no words
to describe
ourselves.

You are caught up,
nestled in a woman’s
perfume, her dresses,
her deep secret smiles.

I am on the loose
a free falling
statue,
without a parachute.

I sit on trains
on buses
listening to arbitrary
conversations.

Walking the same
road wearing
different faces.

I am glued
I am unglued
I invite you,

to be my
brother,
sister
lover,
the thread through
the meaning of this.