why should I love the wind?
why should your whisper stir my waters?
silence and stillness are my pond of tranquility
why should a breeze
my surface break?
why should a quake torment my void nights?
why thoughts of passion, your passion, would disturb my quiet slumber?
Why not let space and time bring dust on our pulses
Why not dissolve our essences in sweet oblivion
Why not, I say …
forget my name…
forget my dance in moon’s embrace
my skin taste, my lips’ curve
forget, I say