Where I walk, I have left
breadcrumbs of desires
to be eaten by
the cooing love birds
that have followed me
all my days,
guiding me with their
soulful moans of pleasure
each provides the other.
These journeys are never intentional,
but fateful:
a destiny of preordained flights
to land in the midst of love.
it is all i have ever known,
even in the depths of despair …
Love was my beginning,
Love will be my end.
screaming at low volumes
