so it is not a road we travel
but an infinite space
with our own planets
and suns and
dying stars.
and they shoot and
you tell me you
have counted them all.
you know the number,
and maybe we are
unorthodox but
it is not for the
theologians to decide.
we practice our own
religion.
.
"how many?"
but you shake your head,
shed your clothes,
go swimming.
I won't join you,
i declare with
such defiance you
are impressed.
i am fully dressed.
you think i am
beautiful anyways.
.
we head whichever way
the world is tilted.
we slide,
our feet digging into the mud.
"you're no fun"
you joke but we both
know it is only part way
untrue.
i run and you are after me
and how unsubtly free we
feel. how real and sexual.
we are no longer
virgins.
.
we cross bridges
and build houses we
will never live in.
their walls are not
meant for storms.
we go on
like this for many nights,
the sheep we count have
quite some stamina.
they remind us that it
is just a matter of time.
that there's no crime
in admitting defeat.
.
you tell me that you
love me and i know
this really means
it is time to stop
floating weightlessly
on moons we shouldn't
have landed.
you tell me that you are
sorry and i cry because
everything is so much
heavier on earth.
.
we say goodbye and
just like that the
world is flat again.
there are no
deep slopes.
only hopes of
falling off.
"how many?"
but you shake your head.
you have to figure out
for yourself.
.
you run
leaving me with
gravity
.


the last stanza that begins "how many" and the last three lines are my favorite parts too and i think the ending is just amazing, honestly.
thanks for sharing and best of luck in the contest!





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