I cannot, I
cannot. Leave. I cannot...

Out on the raging battleground,
the ocean's churning field...

Only
the warmth of your skin...

Doors,
red, like a...

On the red couch of passion we recline,
my incomplete lover and I...

A cup,
filled with the stuff of life...

If I silently go past, then know-
I am too enraptured with...

Our shadows tossed
on cold dew grass...

Yesterday
when the sky was blue like hope...

You are too close
for me to freely breathe...

Ashen soldiers stand watch
ranks and rows spiral past the living...

The summer is about to make its end.
The branches are to decorate their leaves...