He brings her to the evening's quiet desolation
of serene light for a moment breaking the silence
echoing on both sides of the barrier of flesh
and the landscape, swaying bodies melting
together as shadows join. Flesh needs flesh
to live as more than a mere ghost wading
through dying grass across the long evening
of life's remains, one skin assuring another
of existence, and the mind needs flesh for
its embers to briefly burst into flames again.
07.09.2024
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