Can you imagine love
as a suspended landscape?
Because it’s deeper than
the Hanging Gardens.
Bodies are light
when love is made by the souls.
So can you imagine this image?
Because you are my landscape
and I am your portrait.
At the same time
we are painting each other
and this is deeper than
two mirrors
and even the two hands of Escher.
Heaven and face.
The sacred and the sword.
The harmony and the perfection.
You draw my body with your fingers
and I paint your soul with my spirit.
We both use the blue color.
The blue of your sea.
The blue of my sky.
I contemplate the open world
of your suspended landscape.
And you dive in the depth
of my faith.