In the night, a massage is like a match that is stroke <br />It’s skin is glittering as a myth <br />A Prussian blue mermaid <br />Is coming to knock at my door <br />Following with a name, time and a 11 places number <br />I open the jail with my thumb of left hand <br />Let this last prisoner of night <br />Yawn in the water-like light <br />Then fall asleep like a match died out<br /><br />Atid Husang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-massage-in-mobile-phone/
