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Moments at Balbec

  • ryanamorgan345
  • May 23
  • 2 min read

She masked her face behind the outstretch of two hands, 

all the while laying as close to me as possible. 

Through tightknit pores and unbridled desire 

my body absorbed what melted off of her. 

Neither she nor I acknowledged this, 

forcing our eyes just over the horizon, 

in hopes of conjoining with the fading blues 

disappearing from the sovereignty of day. 


However, as soon as the sky was no more, 

we remained; alone in the pastoral deadness. 

No longer could I ignore those two hands 

obscuring what I truly wished to see: 

eyes that transfix me, leaving me 

without a sense of time. Within her timelessness 

I feel the urge to collect all I can, 

knowing it will slowly escape me 

when a power greater than both of us notices 

how we dither in the space between time.


The night became starry, twinkling in its vast stillness. 

This stillness was transient, moving 

with a force unimaginable to the futurists of before. 

Everything around us wept, and the act 

of wrapping myself around you, 

bringing you into what is me seemed so simple — 

separated from the grandness that enveloped us.


With matching sight, we understand 

our bodies are no more, 

lost in the eternal that floats out into itself. 

Wholly new yet weighed down 

in the fabrics of tradition. Those of before, 

those twos that have become ones,

they linger to keep us warm; 

showing sprawling history that we must obey.


His call is completely sound. 

It no longer includes fear — only the end 

of separation, and the turn into a space 

where words fail. All will be as it remains now; 

numbing warmth constricting limbs 

that do nothing but hold us together, 

fading sight cascading like the day 

that once reigned, wine soaking 

into the graves soon to be carved.


We’ll wait longingly for our senses to burn out. 

Freshly combined, they’ll fade 

like everything before, leaving us nothing 

except a faint self that drifts off 

into the nothingness completely emboldened

by the emptiness that is space and black.

 
 
 

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