I desire violently and I wait

Like a hermit, I have been living

Like a hidden sun I have been missing

To whom I go when I seek giving

To whom I talk when I'm fully sicken

To whom I open in the middle of my sinking

Words only bloom when I'm all splitting

I crave the scent of contentedness in my verses

I'm wailing over beatitude

How long was it missing

As if tearing over blissfulness will make a truth out of wishing

March

Gone are your days

Gone is my hope

Patience covering 

All glorious globe

Waiting had me shattered

Tying my neck around its rope