When you seat beside me, my love
I can rest and close my eyes.
I can rest, my love.
And think slowly, hearing my_SELF
telling that everything is different now.
Everything is beyond everything that I believed it was.
My love:
My body hurts,
And my soul with it.
[And they pass me by and don't see me]
They hurt together, molten.
They hurt so much …
like an ember in a closed hand without permission to open.
But it is not a torture. It is reality, my love.
Molten they flow within my_SELF
in each heart beat.
All over my_SELF, my love.
No differences between, no edges, no boundaries.
They hurt [and I feel it]
like the gravity of my swollen legs towards the ground,
like the smell of a wound,
like the weakness of my harms,
like the change in my look,
like consciousness of it all.
[And they pass me by and don't see me]
It is not life [life is another word].
It's not sky, nor earth, nor god, or any other force.
It's body and soul molten.
Concentrated on the edge of a tiny needle…
[that I know, I can feel and it's enough for me, my love]
That is so enough and so overwhelming.
Yes, they hurt, my love!
But they hurt together.
And I suffer no more.
[And they pass me by and don't know me]
