Half the night for you half the night for me in between,
when we are going to light our lamps?
A clock is ticking away, time elopes with stars.
When the gametes meet, a spark will chuckle in dark.
Tonight I am going to open my wrists throwing the lines in water.
Take care of the lineage, flesh eaters are moving.
A pink rose looks at me like moon in a honeycomb.
It was bittersweet, hurting, kissing the thorn in my thumb.
