As If You Were On Fire From

Love, What A Long Way, To Arrive At A Kiss.

I Don't Know Who It Is Who Lives Or Dies, Who Rests Or Wakes, But It Is Your Heart That Distributes All The Graces Of The Daybreak In My Breast.

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.

I'm Not Me But Living Matter Fermenting And Forming Its Own Shapes In The Fruitfulness Of Every Day.

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater