ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us, re-shape us, even tangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wrist knowing...
“kiss me, from where else you feel me, lubov not just with lips kiss me. from where else you carry my home, lubov if not in your heart?” – from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva In the sanctuary of our heart, a kiss symbolizes devotion, true...
