"A rewrite of a much older poem"
I knew the shape of your face as well as my own, but true contact marks us deeper than skin, beyond flesh and vapor into the ether,realizing that we can never go backto a world's beautiful axis without being suspended inside its crippling...
The mark will live on through these bodies,we're already disappearing into one another,it enters quietly and in that deep silenceyou're like a nocturnal flower blooming unseen,its wet shivery petals exposed in the moonlightas proof that all beautiful things eventually part.I...
I was already unfolding before your hand took mine,and we had so many questionsabout words that only soulmatesshould impart through the mistwhen knowing there has to beso much more to you.I was already moving through you by then,that already belonged to...