Point of View

Playfully over my valley you glide. You press in your hand my orange and my bitter orange. You move your lips over my seashell. With your tongue you open the mouth of my locked shell you drink me. In the magic of this moment we are joined. I flow in your veins, in the hall of mirrors of your forehead in the rising of your constellation now your twin... This fairy garden is dancing before my eyes in the crystal of the horizon...