Lost in a Kisscape
The world feels like
A crashing car
A dying sun
I clasp your face
Shining colours
Eyes with daggers
A new-found confidence
Luscious
The way it tastes
All these Starwaves
A blooming flower
In the moonlight
I see your shadows
You see mine
Soft
Cruel
A sense of belonging
In your folds
And tundra
Nothing stops.
How unlikely is love?
What quiet truth?
To be is enough
🎨/📷 by Vasily Kandinsky, Several Circles (Einige Kreise), 1926