Volatility

Blended boundaries of two bodies. A synesthetic moment of pleasure.

Volatile moment, time that cannot be measured.

Blood flow, flow in time. A platonic flow state.

Volatile molecules, ethereal bodies, fast-paced heart rate.

Two bodies, a couple, and a couple more breaths.

Swift inhalations. Lactonic notes from your head.

Two hearts, one beat, an accord to the ears.

Synchronized notes in discord, motion in bipolar gears.

One moment, one pace, exchange with no words said.

Alternated inspirations, musky notes lingering in bed.

Volatile time, and the moment is gone.

Volatile you, but your molecules are still in my home.

Desynchronized hearts, withered flowers, yet still no tears.

When you were gone, parts of you were still here.

The vaporized you signal your presence to my system,

I revisit us in memory, from top to base in a lonely rhythm.

Volatile love, an infusion of choices made by fear.

Volatile heart, a whiff away, and disappear.

By Rebecca Barth Håkansson - August 2024