like gold

• sevgili ile burun opustururken soylenmeli sarki. erlend oye'den.
  
  the line
  that curves
  and cracks
  the wall
  in two
  and points
  to where
  your hand
  is stretched.
  my baby,
  you're everything to me.
  when you're gone,
  there's no one,
  i'm just lonely.
  my baby,
  i never use those words,
  but that's all
  i could call
  someone as sweet as you.
  here
  and now
  the air the light
  has burst
  into
  between
  where you
  and i
  we rest
  unfold
  and melt
  like gold