I feel the presence.
When you had bartered
my pulse for a pain.
Something impossible
was going to happen.
I was buried in a wall.
The words you did\'t utter,
had reached me.
We would talk of the
marriage of sun with
a moon.
A virgin soul in
yoga, takes a flight to meet
her angel for the
first kiss.
Sometimes life
betrays the death and
renews the pact with
immortal embraces.