What a dark face,
A pair of black eyes
Unfolded into shape.
To leave a word in your heart
Is to leave a stone in a lake.
What can flood
That has not already bled?
Your form takes,
Leaving me to break
Like rivers that quit at the bank,
Drawn by the wind,
Allured by your sigh
Wielded by your cries,
Faced against, in the sin.
