Close(r).

Our mouths are incapable of loving,
while our lips are glued to one another;
with your eyes in mine and mine in yours,

I stare quizzically into me,
injected with sludge and razed by snow,
scintillated dust cowers and crows,

Swaying while clamped,
it skims the know and chains along,
the more untold, the more to unfold;

Throw it away and cling like the string,
hold us close and tear us apart, so
we find ourselves in pain to the point of pleasure.