Our hands rise
and the street leaps.
Our eyes lower,
the heavens collapse.
From our unspoken pain,
a tulip tree grows
mysteriously behind us.
From our cherished wishes,
a star rises
just beyond our reach.
Do you hear the bullets
whizzing around our heads
guarding our kisses?
The sweetness
of your glance
never ends.
No birds fly south
from your eyes;
no avalanches slide
from your *******
In the paradise
of your sight
the sun never sets.
These are your lips
I return to your neck.
Your blood
burns in my heart.
Everything remains.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Our hands rise
and the street leaps.
Our eyes lower,
the heavens collapse.
From our unspoken pain,
a tulip tree grows
mysteriously behind us.
From our cherished wishes,
a star rises
just beyond our reach.
Do you hear the bullets
whizzing around our heads
guarding our kisses?
The sweetness
of your glance
never ends.
No birds fly south
from your eyes;
no avalanches slide
from your *******
In the paradise
of your sight
the sun never sets.
These are your lips
I return to your neck.
Your blood
burns in my heart.
Everything remains.
