Nowadays at feast time a woman is appearing like her

Once more in sunlight hours,

a different living,

aspiration of having joy,

ecstasy in seventh heaven;

feast time is trying to explore

someone extraordinary,

someone unanticipated.

In the peak of truth,

enchantment of encoded connotations,

by the necessity of creating my own meanings,

definitions are fetching unrelated performance,

to my own familiarity of happiness,

it may even have been practiced,

in the other creature, in the other person.

Not sure where émigré being is going to,

not sure where expatriate is deportee,

not sure even where she is from,

but sure she is part of me,

addicted to my soul, addicted to my essence.

Nowadays at feast time,

a woman negotiates with wind,

and wind is taking her into my kitchen,

inhalation is beyond the atmosphere,

feast time is exposing by the woman,

who is addicted to my soul, to my essence.