Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.
...
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it
explodes on face?
...
No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
...
When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
...
The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.
...
Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.
...
Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?
...
The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon,
in explicit shades.
...
Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.
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