One touch and I could finally understand
how currents stream across an unfurled wing,
why oceans burn upon the Sun-soaked sand,
the tremors of the Earth's primordial spring.
One breath within a kiss, so soft its flow,
as morning breaks and wards away the dark,
as summer in the vale sets trees to grow;
the mighty lightening flash begins its spark.
One sigh, and all that I profess from here,
like Heaven, it no longer seems so high;
the mountain peaks so strangely loom quite near.
Was it with lips, or was it with the sky?
It was your heart still beating, and to me:
the pulse that cries; the lives we've lost shall be!
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