Take me up through these stairs
To a coordinate along your breath where I
can live and not exist
Leaving the rubbles of
Internet history
Jumbled up with naked curves of women
Make me feel it plain
If love has an end like a video game
Comes the smooth
sensational touch of skin
And you hear the clarion call of belonging to someone,
something
Wake me up from dreams
of sin
When you are standing in the doorway for one last fling
Embrace me for
evermore
Shake me up from Winter claws
- Aung Kaung Myat
