Her Tunnel

The train tracks

in a light of darkness,

enamored by the bones of vines

The English ivy covers our walls

and cacti hang from the stars,

A small palm

with fragile fingers

passed by,

I saw in the black a curtain

a silky smoke of passion

opening like a present,

In it bloomed a white desert

Steady beyond all streams,

Grey and blue clouds

danced in her eyes

As I danced my eyes

with hers,

Crossing steps

to fold the chestnut strands

behind one ear,

and taking the time

to stop time,

Bliss, the smiling

from the inside out,

“Why are people

not happy… all the time?”

We ask the east wind

but it all stops,

Life never forgets us

Life never ends.



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