I am in love.
the sun on my right
the moon on my left
buzzing in my ears and buildings behind my back;
I am in love.
I witness myself dissolve
with my every movement towards the halting of my future movements;
sex!
nah, not even close.
way better:
Love!
echoes come and go; my heart beats with them.
I am afraid!
not really,
I am–
just am.
every drop of water follows my command,
and in their command,
I am a soldier;
the lowest kind.
not even the flag bearer,
fodder,
just fodder,
(And I dare not disturb the flow.)
kushtrimthaqi 