Shape of Love

An enigmatic love poem, by Eliza, exclusively for Different Truths.

She painted him with thoughts,
she even felt a touch.
Silky hands
drawing on her lips
the shape of love.
She was with him,
probably
at the end of the earth
pulsating like…
like life.
The earth showered
with salty pearls.

At her Dream Beach,
she heard the waves
talking to the waves,
heard him saying:
I’m fine with you.
Did he lie?
Did they lie?

It’s nothing
that he was just imaginary,
but
still possible.
For her, everything and nothing.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Photo from the Internet