Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides...
Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice...
In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were...
Sometimes it
was better, not to know the...
Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death...
The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about...
In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to...
Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding...
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer...
I dream to you.
You were moving like a space...
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words...
Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...