A Dance With Nothing

The freedom to be nothing

To be with Nothing?

Print by Nilou Afshar
www.nilouafshar.com

We make eye contact

In an empty room
Back and forth and back

Nothing and I share this dance

And in this moment
I have Nothing, and Nothing has me

Nothing holds me as we move

Back and forth, on and on

Intoxicated by the beat of the drum

Oh what a lover Nothing is to me

For it knows our love is temporary

And yet, it also knows that one day I will return

For nothing burns the way Nothing burns

Holding me, scolding me

Tossing and turning me

Nothing, a silent lover 

Who gives me a chance

And we, together and alone

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