love – NorthSouth Press

The Turning

It is your childhood that I hold gently now and you are what comes next not the frustrations of the past broken things and dreams washed asunder but you, your form, the energy you create… the life that lives always forward

Lovestream Prelude

Dal segno upon my lips I am breathing what you bare this psalmody of touch. There is felicity to a love act, the fleeting brush of passion, the afterglow a rich rare peace. The word tender upon my lips I kiss you, Love.