The traveler, drawn to beauty of lush shadows and heavenly bodies
the ecstastic mad-laughter of Aphrodite, borne and swelling upward;
the percussion, and repercussions, of another's heart-beat
felt within the pulse of a murkier tide, withdrawn into an undertow
into those imperceptible depths
Two young lovers at the midnight bridge, where only one
will be able to walk away and the other must remain--
like a ghost, clung and held to that finite space of a living world.
... Yet neither will cross to the other side, ever again.
Peace,
Po
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