like a warm drop of cannabis tea,
you have melted into my heaven.
there i recognized heterochromia
in one of your eyes;

I should be swallowing liquids
to get to the heaven's gates;
so will I remain as real
as I used to be in the past?

I feel like a fucking fata morgana
from time to time,
especially when I vanish between
the waves of minimalism;

I'm plain as that,
as a dot in the night sky...
Pierce my skin... and shed it down
-keep it in your safe place
for I may need it someday.