A Slice Of Moist Poem by Antonio Liao

droplets come kiss
my dream
a greathope,
that neither the edge run rough
through the plane
leaves the window of doubt
and devotion
felling down my knee

cover me please
the shine bother my
lips of
thirst waiting me to feel
down, even tangled
my hope
of dismay for
the falling star watch me
as itgoes
in its own way

stare as you could,
for even the
darkness want a flare of shadow
that rage its race;
cut down my lure of intimacy
the line had turn
back my
wishing call of
down beside my pain
of slice of moist in your
tears