Erlend Øye
Like Gold
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