if strangers meetlife begins-not poor not rich(only aware)kind neithernor cruel(only complete)i not not younot possible;only truthful-truthfully,onceif strangers(whodeep our most areselves)touch:forever (and so to dark) (by ee cummings)
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever …..and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as … [Read more…]
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose … [Read more…]