On You
after an attempt
of filtering dust
through air of reason,
after years of long nights
of broken crystals:
grief of love and unsure lust,
stains on shrouds
began to wear off.
The touch that rippled the transparent bodies--
ocean water, the wind unseen
are all tangible where
no ordinary eyes can see.
trapped between wordless moments,
the mountain of joy was ephemeral.
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