Earth is made of your body the sky is made of your soul

I have discovered a land where the very essence of you forms the earth beneath my feet. Every step I take is a caress of your being, grounding me in the warmth of your presence. The sky above is a vast expanse of your soul, stretching endlessly, embracing me with its boundless love and understanding. And the sun, radiant and golden, reflects your face, casting its light upon me, filling me with the warmth of your affection. In this wondrous land, I yearn to immerse myself in the rich soil of your body, to feel the pulse of your spirit … Continue reading Earth is made of your body the sky is made of your soul

I write to you…

I write to you in crooked lines of my concrete poetry, in lost feelings that a long time I cannot taste it, and I expect you to understand my profound agony. I write myself, entire, for you to savor my deep desire to be only one, you and I, abstract contrast of the two of us walking to the stream that takes us beyond our dreams. And also with my whole body, I sketch the outlines on a blank paper, frozen in time of your mind. Listen to the words, as my body, they sing to you the sweetest melody that … Continue reading I write to you…