I want to be the only one looking at you

What sort of eyes should I look at you with

How can I grope your lips
fearfully, joyfully, surprisingly

What sort of hands should I hold you with

For fear that your alabaster body
may crack

For fear that someday I may lose you
and lose myself.

I want to place you somewhere high
where no one else’s look can touch you

I want to place you somewhere secretly
just like an ornament

So that I can be the only one looking at you
(as if you were a reflection of a mirror)

For fear that the fog may ever touch you
For fear that you may get dusted

from the embers
of time.