love is a place & through this place of love move(with brightness of peace)all places
yes is a world & in this world of yes live(skilfully curled)all worlds - e.e.cummings
I have never been able to complain to you about my nights which have collapsed fruitlessly into the dust of a soiled dawn for you deserve a soul in whose presence the world comes together for all eternity.
i touch your shirt sleeve, the cotton warm with your heart. a sensation i carry on my fingertips till today.
communiques of intimacy, all too soon over and yet unending.