Not because I don't love

Ignored all the ifs and even ifs,

depth of wounds doesn't listen.

Happy of sailing

against the own blood stream ?

Please dim silent smoke of cruelty . . .

Crippled steps are wandering away

away from your ruined bay.

Trees are splashing

their spookiness under dark bleeding

of swarm newborn leaves.

Tired of trying various aspects

just to forget tingled blunts . . .

Not because I don't love!

Let pollen of evenings flow

freely along with the wind,

while spinning with fireflies' glow.

 

© BS