Rose Buds Crimson To Kiss Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Every time I look at you I see your feelings...
Every time they change, I shut this world for only you this photo...
You're lips petals more eloquent than whole oscillating emptiness of me,
Whose not a single stationary moment can you appreciate or see,
Who debates with every fleeting omen of your image its felicitous or
Doomsday meaning,
Who reads with every particle of his soul- angel guardian get you free,
Who says this because I never saw you look now sentence -
Utter misery or
Is it only a passing mumbling toothless shadow of vivid crimson me,
In mirrors wryly grinning my ever vigilantly awkward sins?
So much a Flash back to sanctity recital greatly needed,
Performed with orchestra of well intended now and deeds,
Vanity survival on looks, opinions, money feeds,
Annul this giddy brink, abyss in performing harp of silence!
Affront this cruel world with ding dong of your laughter in alliance
Focus, angel, shafts of lightning-misery away-
From your photo and my profusion of foreboding feelings
Am I too much apart or part of you?
I will go on looking up to you for omens-
Rose crimson buds
To kiss the petals inseparable two...
Every time I look at you I see your feelings...