The body is water of drowning desire,
still in preamble of a living birdcage,
in tears and more kisses of epiphany.

Body is burning fire of memories
of entire nights of non-rest between your hands,
we were the pyre of shames in the loving act.

Water and fire coexist inside me.

My flesh this time boils defenseless without you.



Published in anthology Contemporary Poetry Vol. 4 edited by Chaswal & Chaswal