from the terrace, I run a leisurely, deliberate finger along the contemplation of sunset then touch it to my tongue. it tastes of cherries and of peaches not quite yet out of their blossoms. and this taste makes me greedy, all of a sudden, so I dare taking a bite at the blushes dripping juice all over the horizon. and I find that it all is just too good, too splendid not to be shared. with my finger still smeared of thankfulness, I beckon those lips that always gather the entirety of my utterances long before they ripen and feed them back to my amazed silences even sweeter. now, yes, the sunset is replete, because its contemplation seeps into our kiss and then floods the terrace with the essence of all tastes.
The taste of Love, in a kiss, whether a morning greeting or that of goodnight, is sweeter than any fruit we are blessed to enjoy on this earth. Gorgeous prose, my Love, with an aftertaste that lingers in the heart.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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(((HUGS))) and love, karla.