Your Book

I read you — like someone lost reading the found map of their way — my fingers slide over your page, your face blossoms before my eyes. Before my eyes you move across the stage. I find you. The arch of your brows your soft eyelids your lips your broad shoulders, now accept the caresses of my hand. Now it accepts your breast my sleepless face and grants me grants me the sweetness of safe sleep in all of being. I press you to my breast like someone lost the found map of their way. I kiss you trembling with love truly with love... hidden in my heart hidden under the veil of my overcoat, far from all the hells...