Fish Head

With your eyes open, you are surrounded by shadows
The sap on the head is something else
Defaulted by us
The sea you like, hidden in deeper colors
Including the body. I know this
Before dusk, I picked up my chopsticks
Prepare to close to the tunnel of your heart by ripping way
And invite the taste of the sea
The setting sun that you hold with your dry eyes becomes a testimony
It is willing to feed the little moon with a trace of white meat
The fragrance full of my mouth, I peel off your brain’s bright suite
And cut into the North Sea from the opposite direction. The sun sets
It threw me away from the wave