Poetry

Half the night for you 
half the night for me 
in between, 
when we are going to light our lamps? 
 
A clock is ticking away 
time elopes with stars. 
When the gametes meet 
a spark will chuckle in dark. 
 
Tonight I am going to open my wrists 
throwing the lines in water. 
Take care of the lineage 
flesh eaters are moving. 
 
A pink rose looks at me 
like moon in a honeycomb. 
It was bittersweet, hurting, kissing 
the thorn in my thumb.