I see your earth tones I quake Rich in many ways Could my glaciers Drip upon your face Coating your lashes In warm winter With your tongue Exposed to taste Cascading flakes Falling delicately Upon a breathing Sculpture Upon a pleading Sculpture Upon an angelic Lover
Beneath antique gardens with manicured lawns Genteel tea parties and gambling fawns They snarl in the dark Wolves under lock Loose them a little and they’ll run amok
I wish we could ... live the love as we write it ... as i always sending to you ... as i desired it ... and dreamed ... so we can irrigate our souls ... instead of irrigating ... the lines from it ...
sweetheart ... Our souls are so thirsty ... and it needs ... it's water's love ... but ... the lines are flowering with love and meeting ... with all words ...
yes my angel ... who stole me from my all times ... you stole even ... all my days and nights ...