Strangers (Poem)

Strangers

Call me by your name
I ‘ll call you by my name
And we will become names
When todays flood upon tomorrows
We will become days
When deserts rain down
Upon our charred bodies
We will become mirages

At last we are on
The up hills of satiety
And the bond that held us
For years together
Too starts shivering to the marrow.
Now, in the midst of this autumn fall,
We will become blankets to each other.