in my city
which never tastes
your hot lips
night falls and blackens all
streets are nothing
but tarred lines
drained out of moisture
of rain
the lust of seasons
and words are dispelled
to baked hills
where dead things are buried.
and moon shadows
paint more silence
and woofs are unheard
to snatch me as they did
from your warm, black hair
love and bard, are they both dead?
or am i just missing you?
(2007)