I do want to be with you, happy as burbling water,
but let me briefly glide out of my life,
between the stones befitting a different zodiac sign
without you anxiously begrudging
the sweet loss of this small self? in my palace,
lost behind summer’s shrieks of the horizon,
your world exists as a passage
shifted by curtains shut.
nobody knows for whom I do compose my diamond glitter,
only you hear a sound I whisper in your ear
because you want to be a dragonfly floating
over her mirrored trembling
floating where all that time you
suffered with soft shivers.