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.