Laden with their kindled intimacy,
Our hearts are ravenous bedmates.
Distance - trees, water, air...
(awful, beautiful walls) -
The clarity of our journey sears
severs as a merciless knife.

Oh, but our hearts are wrought with yearning, so,
For our hearts are for only each other, so,

They grow, as branches,
They swim, gliding under seas,
To finally breathe one another,
only each other,
In love, rendered flawless.
In moments untranslated,
but understood.