Cirmuļa atklāsmes -

I will not be bound
by the tender lines of anyone's face
silky by the light of the moon
I will not be smothered
by the sweetness of anyone's memory
will not be tied down
and nailed to the vision
of a love everlasting
and solid
-
if I am still to choose,
I'd rather die alone
with no one around but the wind to kiss my hair and the cold to grip my fingers before I'm gone
free