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 the truth out of wishing

March

Gone are your days

Gone is my hope

Patience has been covering this globe

Waiting had me shattered

Tying my neck around its rope