Poetica Spontenaium 11.30.06

Every breath of air between us

and a galaxy trembles for a moment

when you reach over

and trace constellations with your thumb

into my palm.

Such is the every day wonder

of you.

As oceans swell and quake

like rumpled sheets beneath our dreams

that quest for adventure, for treasure, for love.

I’m living layers of light and color

over my socks.

Posted by Min Jung in General, Poetica Spontenaium | Trackback

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