A poem “Blood-close” by Karlo Sevilla

silhouette of trees near body of water painting

Blood-close

Beyond embrace;
this is coalescence:

The weight 
of your breaths
and pauses
I hear and bear 
more than your
whispered
words.

They are yours,
mine,
ours.

Hours pass
but don’t pass 
here.

Time is afraid 
to lose its 
hours,
minutes,
and seconds
one by one
into our oneness.

(And the universe,
all its meanings
and meanderings.)

Then, everything 
shall be
one
and
end 
with 
us.

Then, everything 
shall begin
anew.

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Karlo Sevilla

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