When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down...
I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent...
After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames...
In half-moon
you have been crying inside...
Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed...
The rain is pouring down
Creating a soggy back garden...
You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch...
A powerful storm wild and free
It howled and it roared at me...
My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs...
Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely...
You have taken back
what you had given to me...
Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns...