Cathedral Cellar

The smoke curls up high
above her, fading out in the cold.
Her virgin little heart is still;
and the cruel poison beats
horizontally, vertically.

She chews on the blue candies;
swallows the strike of the words;
drinks up the bruised thoughts
and the whole river;
behind her flesh, behind her blood.

And me, I'm simply there,
switching between Chinese blues
and lovers in Japan -
desire pulls through me
and I search for ways to express.