in translationship

What does happen when we remain
But our bones are used to migrate
To speak broken languages
And taste the bärlauch from your lips

What is the spectacle of beautiful days
If not the longing for care, love and comfort
By your side?

What happens if we plan to stay
when we are programmed to deny and avoid?

How does the body react 
When we take unrealistic routes,
go unknown ways?

This story is another self-referential one
There is no escape from myself
We were bracing a dream together
But stability scares my nervous system

I almost pulled out
I hope there will still be time
To repair and re-steer the movement 
In conjunction, in translationship.