Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars,

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

I Don’t Love You As If You Were The Salt-rose, Topaz Or Arrow Of Carnations That Propagate Fire: I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are Loved, Secretly, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

Loving Is A Journey With Water And With Stars, With Smothered Air And Abrupt Storms Of Flour: Loving Is A Clash Of Lightning-bolts And Two Bodies Defeated By A Single Drop Of Honey.

Hands Make The World Each Day.

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.