how light the raindrops contents are
how gently the earth touches us,
they seem to prefer us to linger in this
moss green seascape draped in velvet….
Heidegger must be right, that being truly exists
and nothingness? that will be left for poets
to intuit. i only know that the moment you try
embrace me, we are smeared by the stars.
luminous milky sky and summer winds on the
eleventh floor. you alone know what my face
hides, a face i didn’t know could be beautiful.