Corporeal

[Entre la peur et le confort]

There was no moon. No ocean nearby.

Somewhere there was, albeit

A persistence for a sudden tide.

There was no cloud. No tempest.

Nobody was playing a flute that night.

The two bodies were looking for nothing

Other than the bodies.

There was no word. Nothing was promised-

Neither any of them  was expected.  

The moment when we were sensuous touching each other

There was no sense of hesitation, doubt or fear.

There was an orange tunnel.

There was a path for the sun to come down all of a sudden.

You were murmuring a lullaby

We didn't have a country that day...