White and black
Yin and yang
Plain in a simple necessity
As simple as the stain point left behind
The turmoil of a speck of evocative stains
Terpatri in memory
A speck of unnamed taste
Slashing the soul slowly without a gap
When felt but not felt
When it feels but does not feel
Slowly but surely
Imagined in the recesses of the heart
A speck of unnamed taste
Creating a word of desire
Scars asked in the caress of passion
Seeking answer from point to point
Reach out to reachable
Have what you can have
White and black
Yin and yang.
