Veiled by a history of kisses,
I hide from unknown eyes,
my skin concealed in dewy molecules
of locks.
Shut away
in this connection
I build a convent
of clouds.
The sacred is when two worlds touch.
Veiled by a history of kisses,
I hide from unknown eyes,
my skin concealed in dewy molecules
of locks.
Shut away
in this connection
I build a convent
of clouds.
The sacred is when two worlds touch.