Senyru

Long nights
my soul
Wandering

The sky sprinkles
nectar
I pine for your touch

Dreams in
drowsy eyes
scatter like pearls as eyelashes unkiss

Bess, unkissed
dead
for her highwayman

We grew together one
today
he is a man, I, a woman

Bubblegum
smells like
childhood

I plunge
into
your stealth world

Your voice
my origin
mine, your language

On my way
to God (pilgrimage)
I find myself

with lost youth
childhood and tattered chastity
she lies hivied on a hammock

thirty years
unliberated, celled
for someone's sin

Osama: kill everyone
everybody
is your foe

Wide emerald eyes
shocked at a click
in a land with smell of red mud: Afganistan