Because your mouth is where my roads begin,
Speaking with a friend, it occurred to me that love is the riddle we live with and must solve.
I looked at them across the tableHer keen eye wanting more of himMarriage floats towards themA balloon of infinite…
She stretched out the palm of her handNow Desire’s gone, disappeared down the yearsAnd I cannot tell if, without her, it is…
My hands are softer than a maiden’sSilken paddles for your caressThey always lived above ground, in clean air…
Is fury not a measure of love?
Your debris washedUp on my shoreDid a faint partOf me want more?
If you are longing to meet a deep lover — go slowly.