Walk on the path that has no end.

“Two Butterflies” by Shibata Zeshin, 1880s, Japan

The kiss of a thousand stones, the kiss of tongue
On bone. The kiss that died on your lips.

The feel and taste of pomegranate, the touch
Of death. Even now, today.

Walk here, on the path of rose petals,
Walk on the path that has no end.

Walk here, where there is no path at all,
Only dry, fallen leaves beneath so…