P20

Persist

Even this pouring rain
to weak to stop me longing,
This burning of the sun
is just another bite for me.

And the shining knife you stab me with
has failed to stop this obstinate affection.
You don't cease the stab
as I receive each slowly in silence:
I'll wait forever for you to open that soul.

(This pouring rain begins to torture me, woman,
as I love in silence)

Palmerah
May 1, 2006