The man with the crimson heart

I know someone
who kisses the way
a flower opens,
but more rapidly. – Mary Oliver

I know someone
who breathes as soft
as stories
find nests into lives.

I know someone
who touches
the sunset light
in the sycamores.

I know someone
who kisses
in Binary Code
One in spirit
One in flesh…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Viktor Vasnetsov.

About Iulia Halatz

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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