One day we die,
Leaving the space for others to also express themselves
We have sex- a promise of our immortality,
A lie from the gods to help us to still hope,
And also we (pause), experience space
And only these two things seams real.
Every encounter resides at the back of time in our minds,
Beautiful ones often like water fountains
Spring back, and we are dazed.
1st May 2013