they – “the inimitable collective them.” are whispering
words dripping of pessimism
and melancholy above heads of our friends,
letting the droplets seep and stick into their skulls,
down their backbones
and into their gut where they say they have “a feeling”
...that we ain't going to last long.

so let's make the best of time and emotion. just to amuse their beliefs.

all you have to do is whisper words of affection,
and I'll eventually win the battle between my heart and head,
by oiling my skin and hair till I slip from
the existence I am in right now
so I can be free – by a definition – to submit myself to love again.