The End of Origins

Her scent would remain within me.

She could traverse the whole world

And I would single her out of the masses

Retrace her steps, her vivid hair, the gestures

Of her arms and life would taste like honey.

I would stick my arms out into the air and cradle

Her absence, her movement, imagining her opening lips.


I would abandon myself in all of her shadows.

And still there was warmth, radiance, penetration.

I had nothing to hide, she swam through me like

My own pulse and defined the rhythm and I felt entire.

We were alone and nobody could eviscerate what we had

Created, what danced in-between us, what we exchanged,

The harvest of love pretending that it would never end.

woman in white clothing touching her face
Photo by Yuliya Kosolapova on

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