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, 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 stars. 

luminous milky sky and summer winds passing through 

the eleventh floor. you alone know what my face

hides, a face i didn’t know could be beautiful.