What is love? You ask me as the first breath of frost whispers goodbye on your lips.
I feel quite strongly that lifeβs 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