above a sky so lovely yet
a sky no longer any property owned
by any lunatic emperor
...
she longed not to keep
night with her purse
she longed not to rest
...
a sky always a sky
to you me and to that bluffer
who decided to manufacture
another sky only for yourself
...
decency can't stand alone
it needs another object
to show its singularity
...
dream never comes alone
brings passion with it
to get or to ruin
...
come my trigger
to blow you with balloons
come my balloons to blow you
...
Tombs of beauty
opened bandless
two only lips
soft as petals
...
asking the procedure to rapture knocking zone by oscillated turbulence many times put its nailing habit to uncertanitify the factual discordance
asking never be asked why sovereign ignorance should be unveiled by intellectual torture 'cause the sense of probability always bites the senses to deharmonise the string of tranquil tolerance
...
Just make me bathed
With the warm you planted
Within your passionate
Fleshiness
...
Love is the last line
To put an end
Of all battles
...