When the dusk spitted forth your egocentric air I plotted against the waters to resume a game of mindless sensation To reward the senses with free verses and haikus And alleviate my instinctive pain Down under And when the next dawn showered my kisses through a glass wall With your face on the other side And your lips locked on its opacity To let this blood ooze again in your embrace I will never know Because down under My kisses will remain but a patch in your memory And my pen only a brush of crimson in your book To steal dots and mimic lines For me to hold you again despite the wall With your face on the other side.