The warmth of love

A strange silent word emerges

from deep dark voids of loneliness.

A labyrinth unveils in a swift movement

of a wet friendly kiss.

Warmth prevails in mute poems of love.

A stare.

A touch.

Another kiss.

Then...

ancient souls once lost in timelessness,

now tied together.

...as if never separated.

"Brothers and sisters of lonely nights,

Lost lovers of time,

Disappear me again in endless time.

Hide me in the labyrinth of coldness.

Love is the key

of a passage with no door or lock."

Miguel Lev