sometimes i eat firesometimes i hold water stillin my palms, sometimes love isin the mess of messy magic secret threads alignthey untangle freely when i give them timesee when fire kisses the bark of woodhow wood releases itself in its essence love too is both our...
white jasmine, rum, ylang ylangsweet vanilla kisses the delicate petals of the bulgarian wild rosecandle wicks do twin and kissmoonheld, i blendnotes of perfumes under the melody of an acoustic guitar intimate, smooth and deep onyxthe sky is now above and all over...
i fall into dreamsrarely jasmine, never stillfabrics, often silk sometimes perhaps seemingly incompletelike the petals of a fuchsia rosescenting the cobblestone streets nights and daysaromas, lean against my skinsoul of a rose, scenting the inner wildlands and i fall...
let me be a while yet as if i’ve unforgotten to stay voices like hands, solid as if we’ve remembered how to touch winter, once when even ice curls around the rocking hearts and the wild, plunging us deeper into deeper souls twin like our childhood diaries remembering...
in perpetual seas maybe i could have loved you more all those evenings i held you as if i could hold you even unkept time keeps us like souvenirs, the years i picked the tiniest pebble and stayed up late muslin rains to gather us as if i am a dream my body has from...
