With the mountains
And the trees
Until the sky becomes
Part of the land
Distinct but inseparable
Reminds me how
Your love for me
Becomes a part of me
And my love for you
Becomes a part of you
Reminds me how
Your love for me
Becomes a part of me
And my love for you
Becomes a part of you
But it can, I replied.
She looked at me. Puzzled.
It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.
Still puzzled.
So I expanded.
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
No trust
No love
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her