十一月的月末

                                                               秋不秋冬不冬

                                                               从夜晚的那床梦幻里

                                                               我露出真实的马脚

 

                                                               哄，虹，红红的表情里

                                                               泪水微甜，入百合

                                                               我坏坏的想念一朵睡莲

                                                               往事的虾米衔着诗一般的文字舞蹈

 

                                                               梦遗里，我知觉了一种羞涩的男人味

                                                               腥味的蝌蚪游成了满天星子

                                                               烟花易冷，亲爱的

                                                               我在胸怀里储存着半生火焰

 

                                                               你来，来吧

                                                               这不冷不热的夜晚

                                                               我认真的孵梦

                                                               我赤裸的煮沸欲望