The smoke curls up high

above her, fading out in the cold.

Her virgin little heart is still;

and the cruel poison beats

horizontally, vertically.

She chews on the blue candies;

swallows the strike of the words;

drinks up the bruised thoughts

and the whole river;

behind her flesh, behind her blood.

And me, I’m simply there,

switching between Chinese blues

and lovers in Japan –

desire pulls through me

and I search for ways to express.

S