When I think of you, I am better than ever, in the middle of the water, a shell, I float in the middle of the water, I am floating in the middle of the water, I am floating in the middle of the water, I am thinking of you, I am the
honey garden, I am beaded and seized, the best muslin is my hand and I hold your hand when I write, my hand becomes fragrant, the handle of narcissus becomes the navel, the navel becomes a hundred deer, I think of you, the instrument is good-sounding. I am dancing a feather in the air, the dance of words, I am my hand and take it, my hand and hold it
as if I am seventeen years old, Friday morning, Cinema
Cinema Radio City, The Pale Place
is an opportunity to sleep, the sidewalk trip
of the mosquito nets shadows, the best of me and you in
my hand and take my hand and take my hand and hold you when I think, I am burning with joy like a rainbow, in the middle of Friday killing my hand and Hold me until my wings come out, that my body wants a soulful dance, the dance of freedom of beautiful colors, a dance that my grandfather didnt teach me, my hand and grab, my hand and take it.
