oh dear love
if only you were as crazy
losing as much sleep as my eyes

your love might
give life like death to my night

I will be a faithful
do as I’m ordered
by the prophet

love
introduce surprise to women
introducing women to men
hence I could barely
catch a breath

your body is the vernacular
hence the poem is one word
like “dance”

pitter-patter “raindrops”
sleepy “moon”
sad “cloud”
aching “leaf”

the poem turns green
within me
seeing you
breasts dancing in the air

the poem, changing again
into another word, poetry is a bit rushed chasing after it
hence no one could read it
I will have to buy wine
for everyone

the joy of being high
intimate like birds
in harmony with…