My answer to your venture

My answer to your venture

 

Don’t come to my
window,

Nor come to knock my door,

No matter how
gentle, how light …

My house is full
of pressure,

I warn you, the
force could

Wreak a havoc of
you.

 

Don’t come in
simmering heat,

Fifteen year’s drought, the thirst

You cannot image
and

Don’t come with
innocence,

Your gaze will
converge---

Setting fire in my
hot chamber.

 

Nor come in a
moonless night,

The sweet
darkness, a heady wine

Will intoxicate
the chaste maiden.

Don’t come in
spring drizzle.

The wet, lingering
softness

Will dissolve any
resolve.

 

But come after the
rain,

When the sky is
spotless, the air is fresh.

When the mind is
limpid.

Come! Come! Come
with the rainbow

The goddess’s
sash, unbreakable,

And come gently,
lightly.