I stargaze as
a strawberry crescent bouquet...

I nestle between seams of an overripe night
while nibbling on peony seeds...

You find solace in silence
while I nestle within the song...

You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...

Beloved,
this sun has not blossomed...

I sought pear blossoms,
yet all you offered were...

I hold this atmosphere in
these palms of mine...

As the sun crosses earth
in vernal equinox...

I feast on poisonous snakes
and sip from vases...

You've left me crestfallen
inviting fruit flies to feast on...

You latch onto my heart
speaking recycled rubbish...

I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...