When Gaps Vanish

Such is that exquisite moment

When making love turns

Into a perfect symphony

When gaps vanish

And every void is sucked in

So that

All the things in between

Merges

Everything is seamless, continuous

Endless

Perhaps not, yet it feels precisely

As such

When gaps vanish

Truth appears and with the soul, rises

The zenith of senses is reached, unperturbed

Such that turning back is lethal

Forgetting, unoptional

Ultimately a scream!

And denouement.

Stillness.

When gaps vanish.