I left you nonplussed. Didn’t I?


I am a veil of smoke that you can purge in an exhale.

I want everything to be pure.

Like naked poetry.

Or a blank page.

Where everything is clear.


Goodbye, friend.

Hello, lover.

I may be ‘deeply romantic in my nature’,

but I am not naïve.

I already burnt my lips of talking.

It’s your turn.

Don’t just observe how I burn.

Embodiment of spoken words.

How I feel fine? I don’t.


you are as ephemeral as a fad.

                                       December 2013

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