Poetry

I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.

Gender invisible.
Still two souls were bound
to jump together
on the burning pyre.

A love unique.
Cavernous. Neither you come
out, nor I come in.
Life seeks the answer.

The hyacinth opens
the spike to reach your
sensitive lips. Who had
ignited the water?

Talking with dead,
gives some relief. The buzzing
in ears stops and you
listen a bird's song.