Do you know
when I think of you

I take of my soul gown,
to hang it on you?

I sew your pink lips
to my mouth
and
I melt in you
till our body stitch together

Do you know
when I touch your warm breast

milk sprinkles in my hand
and
its warmness make my body grows hot

I take a glass
and
I drink your sprinkled milk
as a thirsty man

I touch your breasts
with white crumpled sheet
till
our Bed of loneliness
be perfumed by your scent

I close all curtains
to the sun
till no light be in the room
except
the light of your eyes

I close all doors
till no door be open
except your eyes

I know that you know
my unbearable past

I pass all your body
with my hands
till
no way appears
except
your way to me

Somebody knocks…

your body is trembling

to REALITY