Desire

The bath of leaves

Of marigold in rain,

The sudden jolt

Of the jealous Zephyr to the butterfly

That kisses the lips of the rose,

And

The adornment of dew

In the neck of grass as the ornament 

Enhance the demand of my garden.

At times, the moon also stops 

for a longer time

Near my garden

To become visible

To my eye who

Is a master of counting

All the black moles in her body.

Yes,

The demand of my garden is more,

The color of my emotion is more

And the age of my desire is more.