Love Poem

Love you across a table

Separated by many ages

Fresh dreams, presenting low tide seawater

A flurry of wooden flowers springing up under the fingers

The real sea stands in the distance, like a planed board

Loving you through many layers of clothes

Across the only sea

The roof is higher than the head we hold up

The moon is higher than the roof

I love you from every angle

Across many layers of uncleaned ashes

We belong to the same door

At any moment we may be pushed into the winter

The house is the only night

We are destined to leave

Destined to disappear at one moment

Loving you through the skin

Loving you through the night

Staring at you through a gust of wind

I'm far away

Across a few women's faces

Loving you, then losing you