how can the violence
of your kiss justify
the silence of the stone?
how can the stony silence
ever justify the
promise of a kiss?
how can a stone be a kiss?
and how can a kiss be another stone?
how can my silence be your stone?
and how can your kiss be so stony?
do we revolve in this pact we call love
only on the kiss and the stone?
no stone shall be left unturned
and no kiss shall deceive and kill