SPACE POETRY

It wasn’t love that intoxicated me
but the spring breeze,
a mist night as helpless as silk. I move aimlessly
 his fingertips intertwined with another steps hurry like he used to be
I pass him like a spring fever,
just like he pass through me


The poem he wrote
raw, unguarded, bare like an undeveloped 16mm footage.
our twin flames in the mirror
lying to selves lying to each oher will you also bear to love for bleeding?

Yes —
I’ve fallen into the flower shrubs,
bloomed, bleed, and bloomed. exchange my drastic pant to a rhythmic throb sentimental longing replace a hunger of sweating


love, Timelessly linger between eros and hometown born of absence,
remade myth in madness, While i look at you my eyes are watery and clear
I hug you tightly with 16mm balck and white film enter a second nature you refuse to see

its not a desire for wordy dust but an entangled of fateful bond flower bloom, flower fall it has time

我爱你 你是我的故乡