Our Private Eden:
I surrender to your embrace, the heaveless kingdom promising forgetfulness of all sorrow and forgiveness for all sins; there our souls meet in guiltless nakedness. This garden is Our Private Eden — four arms form an arden; we're branches sinking into the clemency of repressed longings.
Cover Art: Still from Antichrist (2009) by Lars Von Trier
This poem feels like someone surrendering not to another person, but to a moment where the heart finally feels safe enough to open.
There’s a deep, almost trembling tenderness in calling this embrace a “private Eden,” as if paradise were something two people can build with their arms.
The “heaveless kingdom” suggests a place without weight a space where sorrow loosens and the past stops pressing on the ribs.
Meeting in “guiltless nakedness” feels profoundly human: the relief of being seen without masks, without fear, without the need to pretend.
The garden becomes a sanctuary grown from touch, breath, and trust a landscape made of closeness rather than myth.
“Four arms form an arden” is disarmingly beautiful, turning an embrace into shelter, into a world that exists only for them.
The poem treats longing with compassion, as something that softens when finally allowed to surface without shame.
There’s a quiet ache in the idea of “repressed longings” finding clemency, as if love were a gentle absolution for everything we hide.
The intimacy here feels fragile and luminous, like a moment suspended outside of time where two souls rest in each other.
In the end, the poem reads like a confession of how deeply we need a place and a person where we can finally be whole.
I was going to comment but Adrião really said it all lol this was brilliant, Rasmus. It feels both tremendous and small (small for its brevity, and the intimate space it so perfectly captures)