Sudden Recognition!

At my black desk on the white sheet of paper I write: where is "reality"? Where is it? Your joyful voice dances in the winding corridor of my ear: Reality! Your face takes shape in my cold teardrop is imprinted laughing, laughing on the soft page of paper. At my black desk on the white sheet of paper I write: reality is a world, a world one must come to know. I take my real world in my arms. You I kiss with my hot mouth hot, so hot ...