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When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time

When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time, Variations of life, in the curtain of stars, As children, we lured each other with a warm thought, Down an alley, where you brought me a large beetle, And on my hair, you gently placed the odd traveler, We gave it a name, and you whispered secrets, A string of wisdoms from its tiny world, You were a genius, speaking the frogs' language, I believe every word, and worlds of beetles In my wide eyes, are not silly at all. When winter heralds an unknown ending, And in snowy garments, my soul is lost, In another realm, our fates have shifted, Me a man, you a woman, a change without fears, With a new body, I learn to love you anew, No corner of the cosmos feels alien or cold. The heights call us to be migrating birds, Other times we meet as the hands of a clock, I chase after you in flight, but I cannot reach. Sometimes we are lazy morning cats, Occasionally, I weave colorful ribbons into your hair, I stroke your thighs faintly, in our silent game. It seems that universes will never end, Through every cell, I feel your hand like dreams, In another life we laugh, choked by a sip, In another, I'm a bee and I sting you, you're gone. Often you kiss me goodbye, And you embark on an endless journey, as if forever. We meet at the front, and you carry me, Wounded soldier, you ask if death hurts much. We lay trembling hands over your wounds, And we greet victory with open arms, We stand in squares, veterans, and I remind you, Since childhood, you were always by my side. On the days when children look out from the bus, They have your profound eyes and my calm voice, Your stature and my footsteps on the pavements, Your education, my tenderness, and your strength. When old age comes and you whisper to me gently, Thank you for being the sun in my life, And I call you softly, "My sun." On Saturdays when I tint my lips red, Your cheeks bear kisses, like falling leaves, I tell myself that dying without knowing you, Is a great fear, a wild, nonsensical fear, Without having lived, even one full life together.

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