I light a stick of incense and watch the smoke, in a gyrating dance of slow-motion chaos, rise gently and disappear. The smoke, just a smudge in the air, leaves behind aromatic evidence of sensuality and longing, a search for tranquility not found in thin air. Serenity, found only in skin and breath, never resides in the remnants of fire.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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