Monsoon slips from my fingers,
Lurking over mulberry tree,
Your image in my psyche blazing
Like dawn and dancing over reveries,
You build your home in my chest,
Howls beneath my callus feet,
Souvenir of your presence swirl like
Those clouds that rain without the
Weather and need,
Wind finely place under my stringent
Arms sanction the fire that burns the
Syllables of my insensate fantasies,
Your walk over my lungs like a hoax...