Pollution

I am in love with your nature.

I am in love with your words,
How, like dew, they riddle
The meadows of my mind,
How, like rain, they tickle
The branches of my lungs.

I am in love with your wit,
With which you set weeds seared,
With which you burn wicks black.

I am in love with your motion,
How, like moonlight, it caresses
The rivers in my veins,
How, like clouds, they wander
The trail of my bones.

I am in love with your nature,
Which has endangered mine.