You shade your shadow.

When I think of moon

its waning does not come to my mind.

When I think of fish

its thorn does not come to my mind.

When I think of my longevity

its gravity does not come to my mind.

When I think of you, dear,

your lure discounts your evasiveness.

Be a tree. I want shade,

not any flower, fruit or seeds of you.

04.05.2001, Pmdi