somewhere beauty and misery meet, they say
somewhere i have always been keen to be, but fright gives me away
somewhere you're standing at with your wings so big they offer shelter
the comeliness displayed, the ruin overseen, i'll remember
as the body walks closer and closer, freezes the wind from passing
my soul absentmindedly drifted to you; away from cradle, away from home
what it is: no hint, but it sure is my one favourite sin
you approach like Spring bidding Summer
incapabale of running, i fall instead, hurting (but relishing dreamily, mysteriously)
petal by petal opened, as lilies and roses learn to bloom
like my parts seem to shine, when you proffer them your touch
the joy you bring spares me an immortal beauty; the veins pump
fuller than M16, louder than mortar, bolder than GI
nothing compares to the conquest you make me feel of: the triumph over defeat
you implant in me, like an occupier of a vanquished land
(i'm not sure what is so compelling about you
but you sure know how to grip the part of a heart that's never been touched
with a soul calmer than the sea, like yours)
nobody, not even the sun, gives such pleasant warmth
-haniz-
