We are an event. We are not defined or delimited. The river sounds in its path with swan songs over our veins. There is no end; Nothing awaits us because loving is not waiting but sprouting. Happen into the soft beat of the lips sucking fiercely. An entire ocean singing its serenades behind our backs and wandering. Falling from the horizon to step on the ground more firmly within a fantasy that is more real than reality itself.
A sigh sounds that drains the lungs and the fusion is total. We are no longer two individual beings. Our identity dies in fusion to that totality. It is no longer you and me, we are an event. A hollow reed through which an energy springs that we can never explain.