Mediu
I cannot imagine you other than next to me
hands touching in tiny gestures
eye reflected in eye,
iris lost in iris
brown meeting deeper brown
lip meeting complementary lip
us, taken as one
even though
only for the brief moment
until life
comes between us
reminding us
what we are
I cannot remember your face
other than drawn by my fingers
dream dying useless
at the meeting
of cold skin on burning skin
creating reality
I cannot lock us in the memory of the second
stolen from life and fate, going opposite ways
and cannot dare to relive the sensation too much
for fear I might lose you in details
I love you in between seconds
stopping time between long breaths of air
elongating moments
while dreaming of a polar night
for us, to set on fire
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