Your hands like soft kisses upon this untamed terrain that is my body.
The touch which glimmers as though honey were burning over Bronze.
The volcanic sunset of our desires…
Boiling over and reduced to one cold drop of finality.
I imagine unspoken words, wishing upon them, like fragments of invisible glass,
Held franctically and carelessly.
Only now are,
heart, mind, body and soul in one assembly.