Saturday, April 28, 2012
You exist when the rain breathes fire
or the fire breathes the rain;
Your eyes exist
from the petals of the butterfly
emerging from the fullness of the flower.
Your skin is the touch of an angel
when an angel touches the colors of light.
And from this, you exist.
From this existence, you are the light.
And everything about you,
everything that exists -
your lips, your breasts,
your luminant face -
shall be mine,
to rest in my eternal heart.