Spreading

Our kiss flowed in the magnetic lines in the clay of the candlestick and the jug in the mirrors of the rain pools in the depths of stones and pebbles on the shore and the sand desert. The moment of our union flowed in the lines of time; it leapt out of the past joined the future: — water, to the rhythm of our kiss, pours into the thirsty throat. The bright flame of the candle to the rhythm of our union dances in the wall mirror. — Horizon after horizon more beautiful than the moment before takes form like this in the bright eyes of love...