The air smelled sweetly of lilacs and gunpowder.

When our copper-tinged lips kissed our Earth mother for the very first time,

She held us lovingly in her dewy embrace.

And in that moment we felt strange and unfamiliar

Comfort was never in the desperate tongue strokes of our vocabulary

The air smelled sweetly of lilacs and gunpowder.

Our rhythmic hearts became a metronome

To the cacophony of our labored breaths

Air was never quite so precious

And the air smelled sweetly of lilacs and gunpowder.

Remember when we were small and the flowers seemed as high as treetops?

Our voices were a whisper in the wind

Of an unusually warm August morning

I stood over you for the first and last time

At once, everything seemed finite and comprehensible

You knew me but not my name

We looked into each other’s eyes and our souls touched

Hand in hand they dove into an abyss that was dark and indescribable

But only one of us emerged

The air smelled sweetly of lilacs and gunpowder

When our copper-tinged lips kissed our Earth mother for the very first time,

She held us lovingly in her dewy embrace.

Her gentle fingers wiped away our tears

And for the first time, I was whole.

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