Friday, February 14, 2014

Love Letters IV: Shadow

Quiet like this, my lips on yours,
I breathe you. It’s either a living dream or we’re alive.
The life we can sense is in the kiss
that lives on, alone. Without us, it shines.
We are its shadow. Because it is our bodies when we’re gone.

Recommend: A Longing for the Light: selected poems of Vincente Aleixandre

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