Nights while you slept my lips were so close I could draw your breath in like an infant at its mother’s breast. I ran my fingers down the curve of your spine leaning in to inhale your sweet scent. I entered that golden part of you, immersed the sea that claimed me in oceans of fiery sunsets. When our hearts grew mute we knew we had drifted too near the sun.
art by Karol Bak