Apocalypse

Three o’ clock in the morning woke me up

Curiosity suddenly punched me

My bare hands grabbed a wine glass

For the first time, prepared an odd drink

A tablespoon of wine, a tablespoon of rum

Mixed with a teaspoon of tea, plus half glass of beer.

Whipped cream on top of the drink with a fresh cherry fruit

Lighted candles have been blown by the cold breeze

Their smoke were hollowed in my drink.

Somewhat bitter, somewhat sweet.

Uniqueness of its taste colors my throat

Burning kiss marks on my lips

Tracing the taste of your mouth.

Then you suddenly came, giving a cup of black coffee

Warning me to wake up from a scornful dream.