Between the Threads of Fate

Against her embrace-loving finger
I touched my lips.
In waves of contact
her tender nature unfolds.

Behind desire's barricade
scattered, troubled breath—
flight becomes meaningless there.

In solitude, the wounded song of tear-tracks,
or else—
let all paths be blocked
by her gathered grievances.

Aspiring kite in flight,
burn in this ache.
In love's entanglement
I will make you understand—
how utterly I belong to you.
I will stay close to you with excuses,
beyond rules, in fate's intervals.