Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I can touch you only with the corona of time
as if my hands are like those of a clock, stretched out
and trembling the currents of a moment that hold
the smack of your kisses, beloved.

With each breath, you are the wave of all waves
and with each wave, you carry me, amorous one
with the will of thunder, the harmony of fishes and
the cry of words, that lay silent between us, beneath
this poppy-eyed sky.

Do you remember the trace of tiny stars…
how consumed they were by your loveliness?
how the night touched the shoreline, and held us
until daybreak?


(C)Perdida 110807

ok--and now that i've made my last trip back from camp and have access ot the 'net, i really would enjoy writing with you. this is beautiful and idealistic and good for a read before going to bed!

Thank you Joel your comment is much appreciated. I really love the idea of writing with you. I'll look forward to it.

thanks muchly

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