Sweet untouchable

I watch you by the side walk of my mind

for i do not know the patterns of your moves

my plate is empty of your words

silent menu of a distant fire

your hands have too much to handle

and your stomach is revolting

and the wound in your stomach is a certain pain

so in my little bed side

i say a prayer

that your youth shall find me healthy

after the cold winter and calloused temperaments

i'm running out of breathes with sticky colds

so i have to surrender to a thai massage

while i join your sister's debut party in my dream