Burnt Burnt Cultivator

Leaking in the eyes - in that fake

smile , whose

heart was scattered and

shattered.... Where did you learn the strangeness that changed

your magazine and even your saliva? Where did the changes in you come from , your body drenched in sweat and smelling like cold sandalwood? The miracles that made me fall into a trance ... The miracles that made me fall in love and write poetry with kisses ... Whose art of war is forgotten when your embracing cloud slips at intervals - as the mind becomes a battlefield....! Superimposed on the upper plate When I stroke the cat's whiskers

- When your

eyes are locked and you

moan in solitude My solitude

breaks and I drown in the

ocean of heaven

and suffocate and

die...!

Biting your lower plate and showing a

little bit of your two teeth ,

you opened your half -

diamond eyes and looked at me .