The path of love

The path of love
Is like dancing
Breaking open on the inside of lovers arms
True birth

Knows every single eyelash as pillows of blue
Being the motion by its window
Sparks in the act of passion

Love creates loving or loving creates love
I sigh in forgetful bliss
Loving remembers only love
Knows no death-smell of graveyards
Being buried alive in a snake's belly

As lives of crickets baked in wedding bread
Imprisoned under the weight of foliage called body
Love kisses the crucifying hands
With its God-flame

Like a glass of wine broken on the inside
Of the heart
Embraced by blood becomes full
So came to be me
To become you

- by Tomasz Dybowski