The dialogues of life, cold and tiny making my bosom collapse at night, with white nakedness of velvet sky and the paper sniffing my skin, a hard yawn of the afternoon, a dark spot on the skin- The dialogue of life to my springs, to my sharp scandal of the eye. This it. This is she. A massive sea beneath the hand, beneath your mouth, a massive ocean with softness of mornings This is she, between the eye of sunsets happening. online at: https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/ Links to buy my poetry collection Crimson Skins - here Available on Barnes and Noble, Book Depository as well.