Content to breathe
the native air,
as Du Fu glides with ease.
October is a fierce tiger,
mourning all our hollow heroes.
With no doubt; I know the way.
A hunter of words
and sources of colour.
I stretch out on your shadow,
as your kiss seals my soul.
All around reed’s of wind
and scented kisses.
Another deep reflection,
in the sleeping eyes
of the one I love.