In one moment it all made sense,
Wholeness was not a rumor.
Illusive as it once seemed
I lie there basking in the fabricated sun.
Whole, complete, perfect.
I exchanged a lifetime of questions for certainty.
Purpose of all my parts was redefined.
My hands against your skin
My lips against your neck
surely this was what they were made for.
Words oh how much different when you felt their meaning.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
My tongue against the words.
Love had a face.
If only life could have stopped right there.
Wholeness could stay absolute.
Complete implied permanence,
I didn’t know.
I couldn’t understand.
Hope perjured itself claiming a point in which the journey ends.