Birdsong

The stream of the particles of your being, through the two slits of my eyelids, flows into me: my cheeks flush the nerve fibers of my lips come alive: I laugh. The nest of my heart grows warm with pure joy sings the lovebird that nests in my heart. Come! and try it for thousands of millions of times so that the eternal world records this law: "I" exist only with "you"...