Don't be scared of the dark
Be scared of the trap
That the Sun has in store
Better days are farther
...
To what do these lungs demand?
These fingers sense a certain grave
With every shiver of your grotesque gaze
Paints patent traces of life and its vibes
...
I feel the wine hiss from your lips
Your eyes dart to the door
And then on your flimsy watch
...
aligning the droplets
of forsaken tears
that took shape
of their rain and fog
...
Without you
I am lost in a sea of stars,
They engulf me deeper
I lose myself every minute
...
Dear Fiona,
Listen to the gentle rhythm of the rain
It sings along with your nightly sobs
...
the perfect princess
must have been narrated
in a play written
a long time ago
...
Since I can't fly a plane to you
I'll move this dessert farther
Until it reaches your archipelago
Or throw my mattress
...
the air has taken shape
of a monster, a beast
that I can’t fend off
it tugs at my heart
...
triumph at my lows
as I weep at your high
minute per minute
piece by piece
...