when you open your eyes I’ll melt

when the glow of the light

breaks day from the night,

and the night harbors the fragrance

 of a blooming plum tree

in its humid breeze,

I inhale your breath…

if I would be the wind,

I’d stay low, in the grass,

where the life of the dreams

suspended

in the blue of a dew.

if I would have eyes,

I would see the rainbow trapped

in the swing of a drop,

butterflies wrapped in cocoons…

oh, my love,
the butterflies wrapped in cocoons,
trapped...

if I would have hands,

I’d pluck the drops

and hang them on your eyelids.

when you open your eyes

I’ll melt

~c:NKO1/2/2013