Early in Malmö |ˈmälˌmoŏ; -ˌmœ|

Early,

Bathed in her pallor,

She sees morning twilight illume and blue the malm of the walls.

Her eyes are the shade of chronic fading.

Behind claret lips,

A spectrum is being bred

In her

Mouth.

She swims in

Sunken basins, greeting the fallen water,

Made of light and fluid and one thousand unspeakable shades.

Once, she was never the same.

She lit upon a sovereign wood

Where boney, brittle trees flow taller

Seamlessly entering the earthy bottom

And folding into the nothingness of the skies.

She opens her mouth to let her own

Breathy holiness

Coalesce with the drums in the air and her insides.

Every nerve riveted,

Feels clung to her skin,

She bared her open chest

And her slight frame shuddered

As she pulled all the world in close.

Em-

Bodied now was

Herself

Next to herself.

All four fading eyes closed,

They felt for faces.

Their fingertips found

The softest part of a cheek;

Gently chapped rogue lips;

Leafy, sun-bleached lashes;

Identical clavicle bones dressing the base

Of each neck- the left sides

Vaguely curved;

Sympathetic heartbeats under small breasts;

Finally, hands found hands,

A little cold.

Vines entwined,

She and her other walked,

Boldly, deeper into the tree-lined abyss.

In a copse

They will imagine

Until the day they melt

Out of their tissue

Into the smell of decomposing leaves.

Une Histoire d'Amour Suédoise.

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