burn-burn-burn-burn

Every song I hear
sound like a lament,

I cry.

I wanted to kiss you.

distance, sky, a bird, and flood.

Knowing the desire
like a sharp weapon
smiling with the edge
like an uncold
moonlitnight
farfaraway
pumping blood and
tickling the mind's
vein ends.


In a kiss all truths are buried,
Love, incomplete,  is a revenge.