I never learned how to disarm a bomb
calm steady hands picking sensitive spots in the heart
start from the first moments of the piercing smile
while treading the distance with a stern gaze
praising the quiet beauty patiently batting words,
locks of sunlight waving hesitantly, cut
rain clouds hovering over green moons, cut
red rope lips quivering like a tornado, cut
anxiety ominously clinging to her back,
fear makes my hand tremble as it sinks deeper
into the hallow cavern echoing doubts
and pressure from lack of air
staring into the blinking abyss
wondering what image
is staring back at me.
