Ectasy pleasure, spontaneous delight.

Atmosphere is not a perfume

that scent - clear and sweet,

is not my soul.

In this city of orgasm.

your own affairs, unravel and uncurl

into shreds of pain and sigh

simple nothingness...

Life, so much unavoidable dissapointments

like autumn chrysanthums, like winter plums

Yet I do adore--

the light, bittersweet,salty taste

of dream, of hope, of love.