Angels kiss. Milky white skin. Your hand in mine. I’ve discovered the source of all that is good and evil, all that populates and destroys and loves. I’ve crossed a boundary now, may it not be so ghastly, but I will say now, I've changed. I have become what was programmed into my very core in this wretched flesh and hormone-induced living coma. Tears. Why? Why do I cry, softly, after I saw you?
Does it all feel this way? Aimless touching and arousal?
I now awake as a stranger again. And your body doesn’t rise to the God’s sun, but falls again and back into that dream state. And I urge you on to join me - the Moon and Sun never meet.
What am I now? After this. What is my body now?
Where am I to take myself after you? Trudge back to my pitiful life?
How long I waited to see you again, but oh how I dread it all in the morning. The white light, you are beautiful. I look at you now. What a fragile thing. What do you dream, I wonder, if dreams ever come to you. Youthful face the most calm I’ve ever seen you.
I will miss you, dearly.
This is a place between my time and yours, a low hum of energy that separates us from the world, us from the multitude of thorns for just a moment, a box in another reality. The time dulls. The mind races. But you have found a cheap, bitter Nirvana and I am starving for the ground.
We love like dogs. We will die like dogs.