Do not ask how or why

Do not ask – how, or why.
Say nothing. Feel.
These slow incendiary hands scrolling over your body
Tracing crimson lines, planting stars, spreading in you
A pulse that is called fire…
Here, now,
We are a drum that beats ad infinitum.
Eye to eye, like Cyclops
We are desire, fullness…
The matter of the universe
Travels through us
To soar like the sun again and again
Across the threshold of the impossible.
A flower falls on my eye to become a bird.
A mango tree takes root in your mouth.
Simply to reinvent the world.

© Erida Gjini 2007