Photo by Thomas H.P. Jerusalem (Vogue Italia)
Letting go,
we travel in darkness.
This soaking sun has gripped me now
in deep, salt-watered pores.
She clings to me,
breaking through voids
with thoughts that dark hearts bleed better.
There is hidden love.
Unknown creatures learn their limits.
I see a little girl with a free soul
and in the sand, she sank.
We became the sea.
Doubting our existence
consuming weak souls
with auras so gentle,
a delicate curse.
She cries.
I howl with hot breath in the night
immersed with delusion
finding a single moment of feeling one’s intensity.
(four years ago; the ending of a new beginning)
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