Tell the truth： no key appeared in your mouth，

    no sound like mum， which wouldn't help anyway.

    Give me a word to get through the night.

    Something spontaneous， fluid：

    see the hand's unintended imprint on the shore，

    fireworks dissolving into the black sky——

    Try now. Ripple. Yes.

    Put the two of us in a boat on the gray river；

    keep rowing in a circle while on the hazy banks

    clumps of grass swarm and echo the rhythm of words

    we had once spoken： after this， mistake me for someone else.

    Sleep no more. Wave. Wave. That's love enough.