SUNFLOWERS

Notwithstanding the universe

will perish into frozenness 

you and I will die

in the shape of sunflowers

crestfallen but gleaming

like sea waves at dusk.

Two sunflowers

-one facing the other-

alone in a vast desert

or a city devastated

by plagues and famine.

Every year both tilting

getting closer and closer

until their Istrian yellow petals

touch each other at last

their pistils locked in

an everlasting hug

just in the moment

when they start to wilt.