|
|
Love
by may vakhariya
I have learned not to worry about love
but to honor it's arrival with all my heart
To examine the dark mysteries of blood
with headless head swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing as water.
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible spring
within our "twin" and "triple" selves
the new face i turn up to you
no one else on earth has ever seen.
|
|