if fire

doesn’t burn itself

and the winter

does not chill

in its own presence,

then dont let your light

illuminate on me.

i already understand

you are a star.




there are some saying about giving away


and that coming back.

so little by little

im letting go

of my small grasps of intimate desire

and the stages of you within me.



the pieces of the puzzle

can be revealed in the spaces

between our fingers -their shapes are hidden codes

that could answer the perpetual question – why do we breathe?

-and if you risk yours to connect with mine,   eventually…

eventually you’ll figure out the rest of the canvass.


it takes two pieces to complete

the fragments of life

we desperately try to find.

two pieces,

you and me.