By the riverside

your skin in the morning, love, like milk or the coolness of the dew. Did you see the flowers, love, bathing in the river? They sing the song of sun, water, earth and the wind blow them gently into dust. Are you not the same, love?¬† The milk of your skin grows sour in the […]

Our Being:

Our being: rough in intimate ways like climbing a rocky gorge hands and feet water slipping on the sharp rocks of pleasure, pain, shock and radiance of the sun. Our being: perfect the moon on the surface of the lake at dawn fire glowing in the east all happenstance its ornament all pleasure, pain, sorrow […]