Milky Way

All the noises stop

Where the wall of your skin begins

If I stick my ear to your neckline

And bury me in

I could sleep and die as a mute in that oasis

For I would have no more need for words

In the land where no man shall pass

For I am there alone

Inside my dying man, under a clear sky

You could not see through it back to the world

Just like you can’t see through our own to the galaxies

Out there, beyond

But I have no need for that

For I have found my own Milky Way

Down at the river of your skin

Where moles guide me to its spring.