The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...
I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...
The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted...
dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...
We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...
I remember the treehouse,
haphazardly built...
Do not read between my lines-
no more...
Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...
with sardonic air, we bloom tulips and roses
on our tongues, perfuming every word to...
...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain...