i want you and your beautiful soul
need to build bridges instead of walls
I sit still, quiet
as a cloud,
if I dwell in your thoughts
as often as you dwell
i would make friends with a mole who would burrow into the earth, creating a cave in which we would live forever, so are the days of our lives.
And again there are no words.
Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body’s love, but beyond that they fail clumsily.” —John Wyndham (The Chrysalids)