Neverlust
What is restrained will never extinguish.
She was the sea.
He was the land.
A story of never—
for to join
would mean
ruin.
So they learned
to ache
in fragments:
wave,
shore,
tide—
stolen touches
torn away.
Their lust was not gentle.
It was the kind of force
that bends planets,
that births stars,
collates matter.
To touch fully
would be to release it—
to break the world
they loved.
Restraint became their
magnum opus.
Forever.
And still—
look closely:
wherever they meet
you find traces
of passion.
She is the sea.
He is the land.
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