Under these hanging trees of the cafe 

I borrow you love poems and a song of despair by Neruda 

I pass you my journal with its moon bodied poems, 

it’s mystical cloth, it’s singing out 

now we kiss though we barely know the other 

Yet thousands of lives we have reached together till this point 

hundreds of rebirths to bring two persons to ride in the same boat

it takes a thousand eons to bring two persons to share the same pillow

How precious the ancient Chinese say it is

Now we are rushing toward eternity 

we are lost in our pan-like ways 

You hooves and me always black horned so it was said

and madly delicious 

your wild arms promising night prayers to the goddess of love

Portraits of folk figures mapped in a myriad of colours speak their spirit to you 

Here in this parallel life, you are pleased I have come with all my treasures;