The Density

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier
than the summer breeze,
than a mattress
saturated in white feathers
brimmed
with swan's dreams,

a headrest breasts
is more a cradle
than the mother’s chest,

two arms,
more open
than sky itself.

Sometimes a moment
lingers longer
than eternity.

Sometimes
moments,
some moments,
are
eternity.