What do I have If I don’t have The Blues I sailed the sea in an unknown course via my hands where love dwelt, and had a kingdom. Where dripping stars on clean shoulders showed truth. One breeze left without a destination. Where a woman institutes a kiss, trees prostrate to winter. It isn't necessary to say, the heart without being a tear can darken the face . I leaned my elbows on the past, and without looking, your absence penetrated my chest to lick my heart. The air, a hand that scanned my forehead. My forehead, where the moon was an inscription, a voice sculpting its dustbin. It wasn't necessary to cloud loneliness with the dust of a dissolved kiss. It wasn't necessary to memorize the night in a tear. There are crayons in the form of time, water glasses where the evening floats in silence. There's a tree branch like the carved arm of abandonment. Winter hibernates inside my heart. I wait for t...