Their softness came flying over time, over the sea, over the smoke, over the spring, and when you placed your hands on my chest, I recognized those golden dove wings, I recognized that clay and that color of wheat ... because love cannot always fly without resting, our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: our kisses head back home where they belong ... Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat ... Home