There are many layers
to the human soul...

So just hate me
for my slobbery tongue...

My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...

I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...

The further I run,
the deeper I'm in...

I can tell by the slump of my words
that they're tired of standing in this imagery...

I often wonder why
that homeless woman...

Like all the men
I've ever adored...

I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...

Sometimes I feel I might choke on love,
it can seem so heartless and cold...

The air smells of honeysuckle,
it's almost too sweet to breathe...

I could bask along the shorelines
of a man's aquatic soul...