butterflies fly in the air and the clouds fade whispering the hopes of a soul rain is falling as sweet as nectar and yet when the kiss found the hungering lips the wetness elicited not passion but betrayal in the gardens who was i to complain? but what pain! what sweet pain?! ripping me within- letting surge- a laughter so alive... and yet the last hush- a betrayal still you seek for me- in the jungle of identities you say you like what you feel-- what you see-- what passion is born when we more than hold hands- and yet, how can you be so deaf? that you cannot see that what you now know of me- is really me? i speak the language that my soul knows and yet you take them as nothing more than blabbers their words have deafened you how can you now see me? maybe my silence can tell you the words that you never heard from my lips eyelashes so cute pain so acute