What is a Pineal Gland

by Anna Swir

You lie asleep,
warm as a small heating plant.
Your lungs more, viscera digest,
glands diligently work,
biological processes of your sleep
make grow
the vegetation of dreams.

Do you belong to me?
I myself do not belong to you.

I touch my skin,
lungs move inside me,
viscera digest,
the body performs its work
with which I am not acquainted.
I know so little about the activity of pineal gland.
Really, what do I have in common
with my body.

I touch your skin and my skin,
I am not in you
and you are not in me.
It’s cold here.
Homeless, I tremble looking
at our two bodies
warm and quiet.