Now Peace!

Now your earth takes me in its arms each grain of earth kisses each strand of my hair I receive your kisses in my arms, my beloved. All the thousands upon thousands of kisses. Your earth is cold I am cold. I turn my longing kiss upon every grain of you. I make it warm. The warmth of our mingling calls to the wandering seed. White flowers of longing grow - dancing – in the morning breeze from the warm bed of our union: like thousands upon thousands of flags of peace on the earth. There is no border anymore no prohibition no law between grain of earth and grain of earth: in our embrace...