The evening shadows pulling faces
Jealousy breeds its subtle tactics...

About my mum and dad's divorce.
She wasn't bad, always listened...

Moisten the mud and unearth the crystals
Shiny, jagged yet old and fake...

I want to write a poem
That crow will be my plume...

The absinthe greens and brilliant whites
Fight bitterly day by day...

I fell in love with a Minotaur last night
And felt dragonflies pierce the dawn...

His bright, blue eyes masked with tufts of hair
The colour of golden honey...

Take my heart and split it
In three parts, not two...

The wristwatch has a one-way ticket
To a land of sparkles and sunshine...

The voices and aromas
Arouse my senses...

We are but vapour beneath the clouds
Translucent passion under the horizon...

Sensuous laughter under the daisy-tree-plant
Stickily turning in fire...