yehoash - mortality

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mortality
yehoash

when i press you to my breast, 
with wild lust, lip to lip,
and our two souls cling together
and blend into one enchanted beam,
then, a dark shadow falls upon my joy,
and i think, how quickly, not just the flame of youth,
but our whole lives, mine and yours,
will be drawn back into itself by the great sea
of eternity, of death and darkness,
the boundless abyss of all and nothing
from which a blind hand of destiny
spit us out and spun us together.
and, measuring the short span of
“ego-life” of love, pain, and joy,
against the endlessness 
which spreads behind and before us,
i regret your youth and charm,
and, caressing your glowing face,
my fingers already sense how the frost
of death and not-being creeps slowly through us,
and the enchantment in my gaze is extinguished,
my hand withdraws itself, frightened, from you,
for merely a spark are you, a mere spark am i,
spewed from out of emptiness.
and if, day after day, you knitted 
every thread of your being to my soul,
and if i ever, with the same attachment, 
loved you to my life’s highest point,
the deep, eternal night
would make an end of our dual spark,
and would swallow back up the life-shimmer,
spit out for one mere moment . . .

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