Loneliness licks
my breath
I want to scratch my lungs
As breeze caresses my back
The moon splashes in the night’s sea
Sprinkling the sleepless stars
I climb the memories
Gnawing on my desires’ bone
Fill my hands with moon
Which runs through my fingers like sand
I use the night’s apron to wipe my hands
Tuck myself up with the brass evening
The path shows me the city
I ease myself on the chair
My hands smell childhood
Warming my eyes with tears
The moon throws its fish-net
On the trees
My thoughts’ fishes to catch
My spirit hovers as a fire-fly
Flickering right in front of my eyes
Upper memories draw claws
Cutting in my heart smearing me in blood
I want to flee, but get entangled
In the web of my dilemmas
Until the sadness spider
Sucks the blood of my hopes
Whilst the moon wanders barefooted on my balcony
Wetting its feet
In my pools of solitude.
