Pregnant Of Future Poem by Zyw Zywa

The dogs left the town, away
from the barbed wire rolls
in the streets, I walk crooked
with my nose above
their trail to freedom
and the danger of their teeth

I can do it if you, will you
are you coming too, barefoot
in peace, our love all night
guarded by the dogs
and your belly pregnant
of future?

I lie awake, listen
whether you come
I hear the neighbours
utter cries of pleasure
and desire for each other
the desire for more
the desire for eternal happiness