I see the edge of your cheek
\non the circumference of my hand.
\nA planet in the labyrinth of space.
\nYour eyes flush with rain,
\nthe sublime metaphysics of your soul.
\nThe hunger of an expression
\nlooking from one cathedral of shadow
\nto another.
\nA precocious question of passion
\non your lips,
\nfeeling love so fragile,
\nso immense,
\nso complete with charity,
\nit is guarded by creation
\nfrom the commonplace of evil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I see the edge of your cheek on the circumference of my hand. A planet in the labyrinth of space. Your eyes flush with rain,…<\/p>\n