I know you, that’s how I feel.

When our bodies fed by the sun and our spirits quenched by the moon, when both collide, we will create another realm, another art of infinity, a pregnancy of fertile memory.

I touch the contours, the shallows, the points of your tales from historical sites and cultural gatherings. Some kind of love passes from both beings. And within, some kind of transformation blends and stirs.  I smell the scent of your snow-capped mountains and creative cafes. I inhale as if it’s my last breath, deeply. In this corner of the planet, dreams feel like dreams coming true and it feels infinite.

Can you love something you haven’t seen?