What is love? You ask me as
the first breath of frost whispers
goodbye on your lips.
I feel quite strongly that life’s
immensity hangs in the summer
breeze; particles of dust that glimmer
in the sun behind your heels.
They say that our atoms are spread thin
like a crisp sheet that catches the wind
and settles fragrantly
/
deep inside my mind
But the universe is in your eyes
as dense as a black hole
and as light as the sky;
fields of wheat stirring in the
evening sun
as I taste life everywhere
soaking into my bones.
Your innocent breath,
unfolding itself
gently
.
wholly
melting light
into my cold skin.
time is
folding spherically
O
folding infinitely/boundless
or
floating selflessly
through empty space
together
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
What is love? You ask me as
the first breath of frost whispers
goodbye on your lips.
I feel quite strongly that life’s
immensity hangs in the summer
breeze; particles of dust that glimmer
in the sun behind your heels.
They say that our atoms are spread thin
like a crisp sheet that catches the wind
and settles fragrantly
/
deep inside my mind
But the universe is in your eyes
as dense as a black hole
and as light as the sky;
fields of wheat stirring in the
evening sun
as I taste life everywhere
soaking into my bones.
Your innocent breath,
unfolding itself
gently
.
wholly
melting light
into my cold skin.
time is
folding spherically
O
folding infinitely/boundless
or
floating selflessly
through empty space
together
