Francisca Pascoaes

 Nightfall

We've lost our minds. 

We lost, that's what it was, 

when we hugged each other, 

in a tide of challenges, 

and despaired of the 

smell of the other,

of the closeness of the other, 

of the smile.

We've lost our minds. 

And we lose our heads, 

quickly, when, very quickly, 

we face each other 

with a forefinger in our noses 

and the words guns in hand; 

From the river we went to

There are two margins left.

My love, we have lost the "we" 

that was the other 

and no one saves us, 

not even the tormenting 

silence cooked

by precipitation 

and done in haste.