Your kisses, like bunches of white grapes,
insinuated themselves into the brooklets of my heart
to soothe its hurting sorrow,
sliping deeply down into my womb
to dampen my hot fragile intimacy
untouched for so long.
What has been done of this strange sort of unexpected excitement,
that left me behind in full surprise?
What about the unspoken words and unexpressed feelings?
Another astonishing childish pleasure,
broken off suspended in between,
another unanswered question,
another spike of madness
that let me dizzy and uncertain,
wobbling in my trembling footsteps
into the dark route to nothingness.
