And finally explode into a thousand fragments of stars

and it was as we wished:
slowly, thoroughly
and with infinite gentleness.
It was like slipping into a cloud,
soak in a warm water lake,
floating in the pink sky at dawn,
pulsate in the same celestial body

She finally broke down
and indulged in tears
in my arms.
We were so intertwined
for a while, in silence,
trying to delete
the coldness, emptiness and abandonment
that plagued both.
I do not remember if my mouth sought her
or was her mouth sought mine;
perhaps it was something of both.
We found ourselves, unrealistically,
to make love
and it was as we wished:
slowly, thoroughly
and with infinite gentleness.
It was like slipping into a cloud,
soak in a warm water lake,
floating in the pink sky at dawn,
pulsate in the same celestial body,
as it passes by the blood and life,
strangers to the sad winter of death
and finally explode
into a thousand fragments of stars,
into deep space and infinite
of her desperate eyes of a child.