(c) Ann-Christine Lindström

The Deepest Sorrow

Souls mate
flowing together
colours
of the sparkling rainbow
blinding everyone

dazzling in its beauty

Holding hands
arms around
waist
fingers running through hair
carressing cheek
chin and lips

Bodies interlaced
fluids of life
unite
like oil and water
pushing away from
one another

A dark hole
the deepest sorrow
A grave
they never visit
There are no flowers
there is no stone
nothing to remember