basil on opened-face tomato
with extra virgin olive oil splash
the story begins
in autumn
when dying means a rebirth
within his embrace
the way they share without talking
sky of million hues
sculpturing a private lexicon
of gazes that touch inner earth
raining what has not yet been tasted
elongating even stronger
insomnia
to the other side
of aliveness
wild grace
purity of intensity
to invade
in simplicity
pink Himalayan seasalt
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