The street between us, was coiled for nine times, lives from what snail chewing
in the bushes
between us, the street seems to be shy and reddened balloons in sunset -
you know that we meet often on weekends when street sleeps behind
" Forbidden " sign
then cling tight - stretched hands in fist, make love
and we tie with a smack as wide as the equator .
Under tram station, we sleep until the smack it breaks, wolfed down of street -
is Monday ...