Age After Age

I pass through your street. The warmth of your breath swirls on my lips. The brightness of your smiling eyes pours into my eyes. A shining waterfall of light splashes down to the depths of my dark valleys. A living pearl oyster dances on the bed of the soft depths with its sea. The warmth of your breath slips into my silent mouth. The sun shines, slides over the marsh the particles of the marsh rise, dancing, pass over the muddy fence. In the morning haze, a fragment of white, white cloud appears above the woolly pines. There is no cell, no lock, no market, no border, no cold. I pass through your street your long hot sighs wind around my naked body. From age to age through all the ages I pass through all the streets of all the cities of the world with your being — with you — alive, impassioned, forever, in my veins...