the end of my poem

when a thousand veils
are finally drawn back
and I face only you…
when experience is no more a journey
but a feeling that sits timeless…
when I am no longer a reflection of you
and the distance between us fades…
when who I am is not a maybe
but burned in certainty…
when the toucher becomes touch
and the seer, sight…
and I dance crazily wild
without ever stirring…
when, in that fusion of love,
all thought becomes
a single hot tear of remembrance
that brims and slides down space…
when words fail to find form
and slip back unknown into silence…
then is the end of my poem
and I cry my salt tears of relief
as the wet wind kisses my empty page
like a lover


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