loneliness is also emanating a residual fragrance
so this is how arousal is
i've once forgotten this kind of fantasy
    that so exceeds my imagination

* wish i didn't have to grow up
entirely relying on instincts to find a mate
dazed, i had a crush on you
    just regard it as the rising tide under the wind and rain

if it was real, too good
if it was a misperception, also good
not wanting to prove whether the adoration existed or not
not having the strength
    perhaps possessing the intention
        like a puzzle
            like a play
                who can give a better performance than me?

** from the tip of my eyebrow i can feel it
from the corner of my eye i can't see it
as if this is already the most direct nakedness
not having the strength
    but possessing the intention
        coming in the dark
            going in the light
                who can say that these are the feelings of love? *

* repeat *
** repeat *
 

For Leslie’s Pillow – © 2001 TranceLoka Studio, San Francisco, California.