Meet Again

It’s been a while since the sun

has been waiting for this static time,

where stars dreamt of immortality

and of the slow connection between irises.

Awkwardness is the main driver

or joy, a sudden striker,

when our bodies meet again.

There have been eternities

and metamorphoses in this art of living;

for now, a journey into the void,

feeling the volcanic explosion.

Oh dear! One must not react

in this art of love;

it is for us to live it

until our eyes meet again.