We came, we fell
a battle call...

I treated her
her inasmuch...

I love the thoughtful way you speak
I love your beautiful personality...

Wailing brokered the silence, paid
moaning fed human lusts, laid...

Foetal movements, clamber within
Gently prying a novel, smooth surface...

Words mark their time, on this fair soil
a latticework of assault rendered in their fading...

Oil, dripping,
a sheen of sweat...

A book without point
prose without poignancy...

Whilst the sun set, it dawned on her
As we lay, two humans, side by side...

Dry lips
on the notepad...

When it rains, there is smoke. It clutters the...
Fresh plumes issue forth with every incipient...

We came upon the once-turned stone
to find it now as dust...