Embrace

Passionate we are in each other's arms with no distance not even the width of a thread passing through. This is something more than closeness more than the closeness between a body and its shadow. I press your arm under my fingertips the strings of your soul sing your soul sings in my ear. The doors of time have opened I float in endless height here, here reality and truth coincide in the miracle of our bodies passionate in each other's arms without parting on the earth and a turning point in the bed of the soil: the presence of one in the other more than closeness: victory over the wasteland ...