Do you know my
love, where the road ends
I will meet you
one day.
...
In memoirs,
I send you my poems,
from this insane world.
You can hurt me again.
...
Trying to understand the
impossible, I will
reach for you or your
hidden libido.
...
A blood retreats―
through the gift of tears.
Pain has no religion.
...
In shadows of dawn,
there was no theme―
on way to home.
...
The leaning neck
of the moon, getting
intimate with
a tall pine.
...
Fear returns to
glass jars. The generic gap
flutters in narrow
basin.
...
Phobia. As it occurred.
Earth was being spread
on the tryst of man.
...
For lurid details
of velvety arms,
in ashes you sleep.
...