Implosion

The two of us succumb to the ether -
pursued, he tells me, "Flow isn't a tether."
He, who had found me, by finding me not,
forgets, he bound me by binding me not.

So, here I swirl, an invisible thread;
I sail a curl, unsettled on the bed -
the night unfurls, a black flag on the sky -
we collide; he says, "Don't question 'why'."

"More?", I ask, "You'd touch me any further?"
Deep... and deep could not get any worser.
"Oneness", he says, "merge, unite, come and stay."
I shudder and weep; I can't walk away.

And implode thus, the flame and the feather -
the two of us... succumb to the ether.