Poesie

Let me love my folds and rolls and crusted patches of skin, As i love the imperfections of an abalone shell or the curves of a sand dune...

The ant moves across the dirt..... Capturing the long drawn shadows of trees on these autumn walks Hearing the crunch crunch as my baby...

Tumbling through infinity..... Stardust we will return Back to love A woman walks through her kitchen Tumbling through infinity