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.