Desire

 
You know, even scent has no color!
Like today's scent had a color…
I mean by today, tonight's…
By night I mean…around…around two o'clock…
Then, today's scent was green.


I wanted so badly to show you.
But where would I find you?
Maybe you were there…saw it too,…right beside me.


In this moment doubt arrives…
Doubt comes to mind…bewildered!
It comes and asks, who is this 'you'?
I laugh and say, there is no one called 'you'!
No one called 'you' should even exist.
No one called 'you' ever existed!
No one called 'you' exists at all.


Then…then is all this imagination?


You know, I once thought
humans are at least free in imagination!
Now I've come to see…no, it's a lie!
How disgusting, isn't it?


Now there's also a strange desire.
…to take cigarette smoke into my mouth…
I mean, to draw cigarette smoke into my mouth
…and breathe it into yours!


By mouth I don't mean…not coke-style though…
I mean not that coke-drinking type style…
keeping coke in my mouth
and releasing it into yours…not like that.
By breathing into your mouth I mean,…sitting face to face…
into your eyes - mouth - nose…everywhere!


How strange desires become!
Don't they?