return.

let us go back
one year in time
quietly cross
the narrow line

help me take off
our invisible clothes,
pull and abandon
then run away

the surface now dull
laughter they culled
but somehow
we make it return

thoughts buried
under our nails
soaking this body
our blood

we make it return
then run away
burying our hands
in hungry mud

tip, tip your toes
let us go back
slowly cross
one year in time

take off my clothes
they have grown
so small and slight
take off my skin

my nails too
so tightly clamped
i see them
lengthen and break

under, cross
let us return
one year in time
tipping my toes

i see them
lengthen and break
invisible clothes
shall we go?

let us go
quietly cross
without our clothes
breaking our toes

somehow
we make it return.