I look at you as one who looks at two hands without seeing the | Thoughts Hub

I look at you as one who looks at two hands without seeing them, like one who embraces the tree of the heart. And when you bow down on your nakedness, do not raise your eyes, as if you are absent from everything around you. The moaning of your heart rises to depict its breaking moment after moment. I contemplate your hands to see that river flowing between them.