your eyes are red,
throughout the night
in search of love,
you remained crazy,
with your unkind back towards me,
leaving trillions of your lovers,
in a procession lead by a naughty shining youth,
with your kind front towards my friend,
your parting message on a blue canvas,
an abstract red painted art,
the whole day I tried to understand it,
while you were playing the game of love,
with a western lover,
in a weak moment your eastern lover forgot you,
just like you,
in the same weak moment when you forgot the east.
I loved a Goddess, Venus is her name.
And I could not remember you whole night.
I had shown your painting to your old bright father,
He became too hot and angry, he said,
‘Look at it again, are you colorblind? ‘
To my surprise, it was a blank blue canvas!
But when you left a painting in the west,
and turned your lips towards east for a kiss,
I understood your abstract art,
it was a promise of coming back.