In My Shirts Your Touch
In my shirts your touch
In my tea your moonlit shade
In my boat your rhythmic swing
Since you left this house
All blue-green leaves have wilted
Smoke irritates my lone lungs
I first tried the books
Your intense eyes on each page
On bedsheets your brown hairclip
I look for warm breath
All in vain it's just a void
Emptiness crushing my ribs
Do you know the truth
In my heart for you there is
In your mind for me there is
A thing we call love
A rivulet of champagne
The flow of which never ends
In half-bloomed starlight
Where the fireflies share their tales
Where fall toop toop dews from night
I ask them of you
Have my diamond gone to morgue
To enrich my depressed dream
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