I should be running from you Yuri... but instead I just want to gently touch your cheeks, place my forehead on yours, close my eyes and feel your breath. Take you softly in my arms. My sigh saying what you know to be true - it will all be ok as long as we're holding on to each other.
Let our poetry flow, allow our hearts to synchronize, and our breath to reflect the warm joy of the embrace of our true selves.
I will be your knife.
You will be my raccoon.
We will be the bread.