You were in cross-wire.
Something moved between us. Petals
of marigold were spread on the path.
Don't think of decapitation.
The white tiger jumps on the moon
to look ethereal'. You want many doors.
Before scavenging. I want
the kisses in advance. No foreign knife
will attack me. I stand for sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem