A non-compulsive lung asks for a laksa sauce: what sense can you always hide from me?

An urgent hand, saying to the crumbly crumbling cup: what injury are you preparing for me?

A non-threatening eye, whispering to the cauldron: what spice do you add to my boiled hooves?

The wobbling heart, suspecting the gaping gap: when should I be immersed in the flamy oil of yours?

(2013)