Let me embrace your heart
that has been hampered once
by a letter, written by the half-
naked man wandering around
the house you have known.
with a marker I hold
in my hand, I will filter
out the truth and renew
all the alphabets and vowels,
and turn it into a poem, where
the rhythm flows through your ears
to let that crescent-curved
shape printed on your face,
showing your gentleness
as the night brooded you.
