Sweetly you call through the hush of the pines,

cinnamon wind spelling both our names;

I answer in honey, slow off the tongue,

folding the night like warm pastry seams.

Sugar-moon climbs, drips silver on skin,

every shy star learns the shape of your grin.

We chew the dark hours, they taste of marzipan,

laughter left sticking where fingertips ran.

Keep the dawn waiting—let clocks stand aside—

while we melt, ever soft, on the long edge of night.

甜汽泡爬上你睫毛

風(fēng)把奶糖云吹成貓

我偷偷咬了一口春天

舌尖開花 小鹿蹦跳

你笑出糖紙的脆響

我把名字寫進(jìn)糖漿

黏住黃昏 黏住心跳

黏住不想睡的每一秒

啦啦啦 甜到銀河發(fā)酵

啦啦啦 星子排隊(duì)擁抱

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Sweetly, you break the dawn in my chest,

honeyed light drips through the cracks of my rust.

I was winter—bare, bitter, breathless—

you leaned in, summer on your tongue,

whispered spring into the marrow.

Every sugar-footstep of yours

echoes like church bells in my hollow ribs;

I answer, amen, with a throat full of bees.

Sweetly, I bleed nectar,

sweetly, I bloom where your shadow lingers,

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