Gardens by the bay

The wind makes my feet easier to lift; It presses against my skirt and shapes me a butt two thighs.

The steps are almost too easy too light but you won't have mastered them until the nose doesn't leak anymore, the eyes don't smart. You'll know when you can breathe smoking an invisible cigarette In Out drown yourself in smoke and tears that run obediently in their banks.

You can, for now just watch me from your cosy restaurant behind the glass the street lights hide my tears. All I want to do is swim Among the melted city lights in the river.