Fragments "The Desire Of Ghosts"
Our love a palace
Soft with embrace
Tender to fall
Your night swooningly descends to kiss my lips.
At the center of it all a sacred flowering sun.
I find you inside the chamber of a kiss, moist essence of limitless bliss.
There are no antecedents love is a wild dawn that forever rises and we its flowers give ourselves unceasingly.
Spirit: A human being without a body.
We will languish on broken hearts and live off perfumes and tears. The taste of touch, the beating of the unborn hearts, the mute torments that stricken the sky with a light that turns the day dark. Deliciousness is cruel as the joyful thorn. Your petals open just to reveal an image of an image - a world within a world - my heart forever inside yours.