from this distance
we boys looked at the objects that were texts;
we were still together to be together as if together for ever,
nothing needed to be decided;
language was felt and silence was soft and sweet,
nothing needed to be measured by any text
no clock could stop the heat of the day
no hourglass could exhaust our ever longer nights
it was a taste that gave us reason
to write our very own script
we listened, we heard each other's voice
our ears, our mouths were one