You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...
You're as giving as stone;
pretty to behold...
The breeze that twisted through
Empty branches of scathed trees...
Fodah
is the name...
If you think I will wait for you here
beneath this rain-soaked parasol...
Among the stars on the sapphire sky we live...
yet far away from your sweltering touch I am...
The night may seem tiresome,
For I see it otherwise...
This fire has never died
No, for it has been strong...
In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
It was a cold night,
the sky was star-less...
I'll abort you,
right here...