Love

In the broad-chested plains of my heart,
You grew like the tender green grass.
And, as a doe,
my emotions fed upon you.

Hair,
Like cobras unleashed from the sapera's baskets,
Crawl all over the slopes of your face.

You are aroused.

Two plants drawing from the same soil-
Poison ivy, weeds, cactus...
We hurt each other,
Create gaps and wrinkles,
Withdraw,
And smoothe away.

We,
are in the trap of love.