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.”

Excerpt from
Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.