When did you stop dreaming me..!
By this side of grey stones..
Where I am in delirium..
Where I am feeble..
Would you visit me this time
Before the bones decay and teeth disappear..
Would you let my tangled hair catch you
To witness that unwhole smile with a pinch of melancholy
Your glowing body will tell me stories
Those florid love bites will stab me again..
Love! you might even forget to bring lilies..
no wonder !
When did you stop dreaming me !