I see a wasp that trembles
In a hot August air,
And I fall asleep
By the table
Decorated with green grapes.
A taste of green marble -
So delicate yet welcoming,
A delusional feeling of an endless summer,
A shipwreck of harmony,
A black box of my heartbreak,
And you could decipher it.
You could decipher it.
Wish I fell into
The psychedelic restlessness of your embrace,
Resilient and hyperrealistically responsible,
Melting like soft and fresh
Juice,
Diving deep into the
Jaded jade element.
Green marble,
Black obsidian,
A unity that's so easy to decipher,
As easy as a flight of a wasp
Above square kilometers
Of vineyards
And terabytes of nonfiction.
My obsidian look
Is locked, glued, carved into
The vast greenness
Of your immaculate soul,
Wasps dance
To long piano preludes
In seclusion,
And once again,
Like on a surrealist painting,
Things happen for no reason,
The eye of a beholder
Barely blinks.
2023