Shame!
I had started the fight.
I asked you to stay away
to interpret my integrity
of slaying the desire.
The sand will send the horse
back to home
without the rider.
A genuine poem will find
the coarse beach where the
body had left the bloody patch.
Should we ask the waves
not to cross our path
carrying a carcass of a dead fish?
Your profile was making
an arch for a perfect kiss
for the sake of a mirror.