Your Melody

Softly softly your lips upon my weary lips you lay, and your sweet tongue gently ceaselessly you turn in my mouth. Fiber by fiber the word of your kiss on my palate blossoms. Your breath to my throat you give. I drink, with all my bronchi, your air. – the infinite overflowing into the finite – my warp and weft dance, down to the finest capillaries of my body in the circle of your embrace. Your enchanting tune from the reed bed has risen soaring to the far distance in the misty silence of sunrise...