ascending
and descending..
the dialogue
of stormy depths
is still unending.

because two hearts
tied by a fateful thread..
continue to maintain
momentum
as they gently tread..
both forth and back,
from earthly comforts
to the infinite unknown.
inter-correlated..
yet, each still anchored
to a body of their own.

what is the thread, that,
through the distance,
binds us?
it is an interaction
that emerges
right inside us..
neither one of us
fully defines it.
its meaning
must emerge
out of the memories
that we once shared.
but each of us
experienced them..
through our own prism,
in our own head.

I still recall
your warmth
upon my own.
how whole it felt
to hold
your delicate
and gentle frame.
how our bodies
rubbed against each other..
kindling a flame.
how your hypnotic spell
intoxicated me
into a peaceful ease.
how we would snap
and giggle at each other
with profanely jestful
tease..
and just how shyly
tender lips of yours
would press on mine
within a kiss.

even if our thread
must ever sever..
your beauty
and your wisdom
I shall
dutifully recollect
forever..
I have been
an eager vessel
for your deepest truth.
its proof is left, however,
as an exercise for the reader.
I already did good justice to it..
as its most zealous,
unapologetic bleeder.

regardless of
the timeline
to which
we may ever shift..
to have loved you
in this lifetime
has been my
most precious gift.
even if it led me
unto my death..
I would still
always choose
the timeline
where we met.

The One
I already chose.
When, once upon
a blood red moon,
I threw a thorny rose..
past the event horizon
of this singularity.
So long as I draw breaths..
the imprint of her Geist
shall never leave
my memory.