Have kisses stained your skin
or have they brought muse...

Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...

My silence is too complicated;
my language is a difficult mess...

I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...

I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve,
holding my feelings at the edge of my tongue...

I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...

...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain...

You are my everlasting winter;
the sudden storms...

Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...

I am voiceless
in your pioneering mind...

You held a basket of yellow lemons
fresh and bright...

Dusty walls;
clouds of thoughts...