I won’t I won't trash my pride again
I won’t trade it either for something I shall soon need no more.

Untouchable lotus-woman
* if I slip from you does that mean I can’t be yours?*
zig-zagging is harder than I thought
when everything wears your name.

I borrowed it too but
* if I fail to anticipate your unforseen do I lose it?*

I shall request nothing from you
and I expect you do the same
- letting the hands do the talking will prove more than sufficient –
the tongue shall carry the verbs
( non-motionless verbs )
the lips, the eyes, the fingernails shall be our eternal language
as the pleasure scratches like a knife inside the veins
like an echo inside one’s mind
like my nails on your back
like your eyes on mine

Unbearable pride, lug me to the one who’s name must remain silent !