With tiles falling into your hair,

The same sun fragments fluttering in my eyes,

A crumb of cocoa biscuit in my hand,

Melted chocolate lingering on my lips



I gather words from equations,

Filled them with handfuls of rhyme,

Sprinkled some refrain, as you can see,

Then steamed it all, just now, in a pressure ***.


When feelings tore apart piece by piece

Escaping from the nirvana of steam,

I licked the drops clinging to the lid

With the bit of lip I had left,

******* them gently from my fingers.



Then noon came pouring gently

As oat flour rained down from the sky,

The bread in the oven turned darker

And the crumbs —

They smiled.