Having a Place

This is the space of your breaths this is the air of your heartbeats around me all about me. With your breeze the leaves of my trees stir a big bitter orange rolls at my feet. With your steps the clear brook runs before my feet in the lap of the sand, pours its diamond waves into my fist. This is the space of your breaths and heartbeats: I am — as it were — a branch of coral far from all the wars and borders in the depths of your sea my love...