At the end

At the end there is always a desire to disappear
although little.
make us subtle, like a line that runs through our surroundings.
At the end reward is simpleness
simplicity
achieve maximum transparency, like a breeze in the afternoon.
At the end minimum pulse can, calm
just existing
lie in a tight position, just like when we sleep together.
At the end of all the possibilities converge
simplifying everything
then comes perfection
all of a sudden
the body, the excess, the imposture disappears
only thing left is our bodies
just weighing
simple
existence
and an invisible line, a breeze caresses us while we sleep
naked
and my hand lay on your hip.


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