Burning jasmine

(because i sometimes write bullshit love poems)


I wanna give you give you give you



So I take everything back and cook


I wanna give you give you give you


Oh, I take the sun blue tack and broom


I wanna give you give you give you


So I take the yellow leaves and sew


Oh, I wanna give your dreams some lag


Obstacles lenses flammables


My fire will be enough.






I wanna give you give you give you


So I ask my room some favour


I wanna give you give you give you


Oh, I move the moon cast forth and bloom


I wanna give you give you give you


So I collect nocturnal jasmine seeds


Oh, I wanna glitter little thoughts inside


Nyx, Zorya, undress your veils


I wanna see your skin.






Because you asked me to give you everything


Here, it is what I have most precious.


A rare Japanese flower burning on my naked palm.


Oh, no, no! Don’t leave me… don’t go!


Oh, please take it… nooooo!






Oh, shame, what is left now of this wonderful pledge


is two shadows cast to opposite sides of a village


which would never comprehend mark, loss and Hara-kiri.