The skin I live in

The skin I live in,
is a small house in a quiet suburb,
surrounded by purple orchids
and angry bees.
Hey, neighbour!
What does it mean to you
a second of bliss?!

The pillow I sleep in,
is not cosy,
not even helpful
as the sound of giutars,
but if I count the dreams I left in there,
we would challenge even the stars...

I came among our gardens:
having no lack,
having no recalls, thereof...

So hey,
hey again, neighbour!
What are you made of?!