“the limitless duration of that which existed”*

I remember
the taste of your insides,
the feel of your skin
& the sunlight
dancing across mine,

& I remember
how we lay down together
surrounded by an abudance of living colour,
beneath the open azure ceiling;

& how strange sounds
began flowing from our mouths
when we tried to speak
about the creatures of our dreams,
tried to tell of how it feels
as we slip through the stream…

I kept talking
but failed to express my meaning,
& you said what could not be expressed
just by looking at me
with the opalescent light
of your almond eyes
& smiling.

Perhaps we both meant to say
more or less, perhaps
what we said
was not what we meant
but it doesn’t matter:
either way
language is part guess-work anyway
& meaning is made
from the strange non-substance
of the spaces in-between.

In the end
we just lay there in silence,
& for one long, slow moment,
we were alive

together in the light.

* The Oblivion Seekers – Isabelle Eberhardt

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