A touch or a feeling
wrench us together in a love trench

How can we forget
the starting point of our love story

We were thinking of a body
and gone away from the body itself
there was not a body anywhere
just a beingness of the souls was there
as two birds were flying above a dense forest
towards a nest
but there was no nest on the earth

To search nests in a love story
is just a journey in search
and it’s being run
in the most difficult days of the earth