I love you
Most abstractly
Your trenches
Are a feat to climb
With us come
Side by side
There is nothing
To be lesser than
Hands sore, yes
Mind complains, sure
It's a wild path
In these itchy forests
At a glace
"What the hell, no!"
Is normal, once repeated
"No" fades away
Share our sight
Looking down and up
In the trench
In the sky
Label I not
Label you not
Label us not
Label we not
For this is untouchable
Like the great idea of God
The lens we have
Sees many angles
So why not point our eyes
In all directions?