If you cry
you will cry
I’ll drink up your tears…
If forgotten sense is passion
then it is love
it’s only plentiful
and about to die…
Here is the dusk
now it is a night
inside are breathless lullabys
if you get bored
you may miss me…
Where do your eyes flow to
and to whom?
Your reflection comes
and reality goes through my dreams
I am thirsty for you
fell into you
alas, I’m mistaken
in this summer midafternoon
female dogs are making out in rush
the table is being set up
white cheese and melon
its scent only goes with Raki
you cry
I drink your tears…
Without thee
it’s an endless hole
hope is lovers’ joy
if you want to, you love
if you don’t, you leave
deeply you sigh
your cheeks get wet
the tears behind your ears
are quite salty…
From now on
you tell me
I listen to
you absolutely cry
I drink your tears…
–
hg
June,2006
