A Kiss Do not reduce love to a stolen, yearning kiss, or to a bed trembling with desire. Do not reduce femininity to a single smile. Love that melts into sighs is not love… Be the roar of the wind, and kiss the whole world. Life The sun climbs toward its own dawn, clerks drift back to their offices, children to the warm echo of their schools, mothers to the cradle’s breath, vendors to the hum of their stalls, dogs to the quiet corners of their homes, cats to the soft gardens they claim, and lovers to the fields of their longing. Everything returns to where it belongs. Did I not whisper once… that my death would change nothing? Why, then— why did I die? You Are Not the World You are not the whole world for me to write that you are the whole world. You are not the world, nor half of it, for me to say you are half the world. You are not the world, not even a quarter of it, for me to write that you ar...