You are crossing my organic nights
Your love for clarity and our bodies
sweeping uncertain bitumen with
our unfinished shadows
Every morning we breathe the fresh air
We lie our faces upon the soft pillow
The richness of Your beauty is all I see
Every drop of rain is our desire upon our outstretched hands
Each hole is road round open
Each house is beehive
and the fruit upon our lips are the more mature
Our silences deliver the heart like rain, frost, the sun, make clay clay
Our inner duration will never stifle bird songs