Flower (꽃) by Kim ChunSu

before i spoke his name

he was simply

one set of gestures, nothing more.

then i spoke his name,

he came to me

and became a flower.

just as i spoke his name,

i hope that someone will speak my name,

one right for my color and perfume.

i long to go to him

and become his flower.

we, all of us

long to become something.

you for me, and i for you,

we long to become a never-to-be-forgotten gaze.