I adore your mind. I love your loves. I rest in the spaces of your sentences. You are a chemical reaction of paper, lead and ink; Such sweet ambrosia of the scholars, as could never a better rival be found. I plunder the heady fruit of your pages and find a craving quenched and a craving deepened. Surely this must be the recognition of my sister soul…of my lovers life….of my other half of heart; all made whole by the absence of space or the passage of time; such human conceptions that hold no wine and no water.
Life to you, breath…Xo K Leigh Batnick