In black, slow motion.

You walk to me, in black, slow motion, then fast. I am alone, then your breath falls against my back. I hold my breath, in dark, before white snow takes you away. I cannot see, your fragrance grows behind me, close to me, choking me. Stillness all around me, mocking me, as if this is the last of me. Your air I am within, and your palm I feel reach my throat, your fingers sprawl across to hold me more. I think you are no more, then you appear from across the world,
“My love,
You never,
Go,
Far from me,
You are,
Tied to me,
More.”

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
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