Flares of Love emanate
from a loving Heart.
rendering inactive
machinations of fear.

When Who spoke to What,
When became active
and engaged Where to look,
for a How.

Her book of empy pages
wrote itself
on the altar of Desire.
but! then she ran out of ink
in the middle of confession.

The folds in his eyelids
of memories restrained
each lash keeping a secret
of what couldn't be undone.

communion of thought,
our sacrament.

Once souls have mated
the Words hardly matter
Even Worlds can't shatter
Bonds developed across
the way Souls cross.

wrapping my whispers
around your silence.

Listening to the perfect harmony : of night's calm rain.

I dig into my soul
to find a rare path
the deeper I go
more treasures I discover.