As

I yearn to feel drawn to another person,
as though God had written the two of us together for His enjoyment,
for His pleasure—

as a song,
as a reminder
to a world in a drought of this kind of feeling,

as eternal as the evergreens during the Siberian winter.

I want to know what it’s like to truly breathe better, alone with someone—
by someone,
for someone,
with someone—

to feel relieved at their existence beside my own.

I want to feel tied to someone
in such a way that the idea of leaving them
would be a fictional horror I would never read.

I want to be bound to someone
I could trust with my more monstrous qualities,
someone acquainted with teeth and Sheol—

not all of me, but some,
a taste of what I have never given to another human being.

I want to show them that monsters can be soft,
that we can feel the ether,
that we can write our names in more than blood—
carve them into trees so they will last forever.

That we could, as we pleased,
be the only two in a world of rot,
so enamored with each other that we endure
till death—

and then some.

Photography By: Bogdan Krupin