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.

Gunnlod

“Gunnlöd” by Anders Zorn (1860-1920)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: