Call me since I knew you weren’t that far. I smelt your Soul from afar. This is Poetry as genuine as it was when Adam kissed her that Eve, swiftness of a dart. I’m walking, running and heading your way, our known Universal Hearts. THIS IS ART. I’m making my way to you knowing that our Universes weren’t far apart. That’s why the Jupiter of my epicenter calls his Mars.
© Christian D. Koumtog