it’s time when spring goes into summer
and I’m alone
and I think of oasis
to the fetters of thy sustenance

foreign pain radiates through the membrane
it’s a war and it’s a new war and it’s my war
like sparkles in the air
like One Hundred Years of Solitude
like daffodils in Marquez’s novel
petals flutter in the air
tiny carnations and wild tulip

my sails are flapping under the sweetener
your pouch is fluffy
tiny spots like crystals on the face
the shadow of a sunflower on my genitals

your gift
I don’t feel haven just trembling
foreign genitals of married servants
hypocritical village thoughts
I am hysterically opposed to the order
my song runs down the foot
I am alone
alone and I think of oasis
to the fetters of thy sustenance

the erotic we share