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