Momentary Eternities

The eternities were momentary.

Intuition would always wake up
and spill distances between them.

Love, when it seemed to run out,
would be replenished by her 
cutting a vein or two.

Tears, when they would
hint at colourlessness,
would be dried,
prevented from achieving an orgasm.

Distances – 
how pronounced they would be 
within entanglements;
how visible in the eyes
when they looked at each other.

She dropped kisses on his eyes –
snow that befell a roof one winter,
only to melt as he woke up
to the suns of their times, together... 
And away.

The eternities were but momentary.