Re-genesis

My sounds compose a melody

as your fingertips walk slowly on my body.

My breathing is synchronized with my heartbeat;

my pulse reflects the heat.

Slipping into atmospheres of non-questioning,

welcomed by the field beyond wrong and right,

where the land is un-walked,

and our bodies engrave on it a story free of norms.

Where the surroundings weren't there before us,

and we draw it while experiencing our merging into one.

The silence flows harmoniously next to our co-breathing.

The movement alternates with our momentary pauses.

Souls speaking through the eyes.

Dichotomy is hurt; it cries and dies.

Producing something new, mixing substances,

transforming bodies' union into re-genesis.

The zenith of the route brings relief and tears;

not for the ending, but the whole sacred experience.

Smooth roars of satisfaction exhaled synchronously.

A bond intellectual and material defeats mortality.

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If you swim in Instagram’s ocean, you’ll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.

♾️

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives