A Molar Mass of Souls collided,
Enmeshed atomic weddings,
We found our rest, residing
After centuries of flight

In each other’s summer dachas,
Manifests in tundras of
Your tumbling hair, your kisses
As wide as the Siberian flyway

Of migrating swans on my forehead,
These souls awoke in the reeds,
Weighed wings splayed and anklets
Encoded, from loneliness released.