Who would topple the pillars
Of his heart to be a lover
In the rubble?

Who would resign himself
To a fate of apple skins
And compost?

Who would risk death
To have one sip of waterfall
And clear motion?

Who would be amazed
By the physiognomy
Of a maple leaf?

Have you stared
At the chronology of love
Until digits disappear?

Have you known
The unknown
From a glance?

Have you been a pilgrim
Traveling backwards
Toward your sacred heart?

And have you kissed
The thought
Of a kiss?

If you want to fall in love,
All you have to do is lie down
And give up.