There Was No Answer

I cannot understand you. 
You walk straight 
into enemy's den. 

The skin peels off. A naked 
boom. Silver domes 
turn black. Ethanol drips 
from eyes. 

Praise the God. Tears 
become poetry. Moon dances. 
No door opens in bleeding night. 

I ask for the lips. It 
is for death of the priest, 
who would not accept the streak of sin. 

Until you become hot. 
Flashes of fireflies have 
become longer. Tail to 
tail the message will betray the address. 

Buddha takes his own time. There was 
no light between the dark hills.