Like Doves Among Olive Branches

I learned to swim in your silence like doves among olive branches... For a long time, my question marks have vanished with your facial features, drawing on the book of my lips the smile of Mona Lisa... No route other than that of words, little electric lioness, if you wish to leave the prison of your thoughts for the invigorating and exalted color of the present you aspire to... Break the walls, be sure and whisper…