spring skies depart to your summer solitude rains,
a tinge of warmth, drip drop, like golden star dust mixed with salty tears,
I roam around in my eighties retro sadness, at the back of the red streets.
your visage, an anomaly, like shining crystals,
yet as smooth as broken glass, trickled in hefty crimsons.
I hold your hands, frail and cold, like thin smog clouding my sensations.
I am bending lines and circles and infinities,
I feel, as your smile fades and reappears, like blinking television screens,
let me hold on to this once, I say, as winds, blizzards and chinooks fly past by me, in blurs. 。
[I am frozen]
existence is both :
and my sanguinity.
ーlike an early summer rain, hard to believe.
TITLED | Samidere or 五月雨