fer e

a warmth so small,
gently rising,
and out again.

each strand containing,
a breathing rhythm,
between cold fingers.

your eyes will open,
and the cosmos spill,
in exploding agile instincts.

but for now,
you lie atop of me,
tail painting on my face.

and all else is still.

fer m

two divided travellers meet,
by chance, aside a meadow's creek,
their souls a floating far behind them.

through lightning storms and cloudy peaks,
and distant days of fading weeks,
at last, they finally found her.

dazzling smile in shimmering heat,
her river glimmering through heart-beats,
softly she surrounded.

their ancient weary souls united,
and oaken earthly eyes a lighted,
all those years released them.

valley rows of orange trees,
carved with holes of secret leaves,
and all their adolescent yearnings.

no longer did he need to seek,
that dark ocean beyond his reach,
for her oneness was all around him.

and silently their souls a melted,
and all the dew drops felt it,
their final breaths escaping.