I searched my body with my hand,
Tracing hills and valleys, an unmarked land,
Fingers grazing soft skin, a gentle map,
In the quiet moments, I felt the gap.

Each bump a story, each curve a tale,
In whispered secrets, my senses unveil,
Moist corners beckoned, a hidden delight,
As I journeyed within, in the still of the night.

I squeezed out the shadows, the weight of the day,
Exhaling the burdens that lingered in gray,
With every soft sigh, a wave washed anew,
An ecstasy rising, where silence once grew.

In this dance of discovery, I found my own grace,
Embracing the contours, in time and in space,
From the depths of my being, a vibrant reprieve,
I searched my body, and in it, believed.

Tomaž Jevšenak