A-gain (图)

A-gain She gave me one hard look, 1000-kisses- deep, lips burning imprinted by murmuring, close-knit the knot as xin- jie, all a- flame like licking wound or a broken heart or secrets in loveless season, my poem which still drips black blood as in music, (verb over- takes the noun and tense change): not the final thing but her own way of remembering, and I trans- late that (to dream deep)-- She puts a smile on all she puts her hand to, like now my pen she kisses again. :1/26/05 [art: by picasso]