Somewhere I have lived..

Somewhere I have lived
A life of wanderings, before
I knew the wind,
the tumultuous surge of knowing.

Somewhere I have thought
neither you, nor I
Rattling in between;
serving as dispersion.

Of mad poets:
writing,
listening madly,
conquering none. 

somewhere I have only whispered
nothings.
Somewhere we began to grow,
our brains neutralized
to texts, texts permitted not
to question for sometime

We rarely tied down.
As the teardrops on a muslin
Carefully hidden somewhere
finest, where we practiced losing.

We ate cities for joys consuming,
for I probed For you.
You were the ribs, ribs of ink dripping
Jocundly patterned on sheets of elsewheres

Because somewhere
we wanted it this way.