I linger on the margin
Never empty of scribbles...

Spacious is the room around her
Yet her shadow dwells a corner...

His tongue has sturdy bumps
On from which they descend...

With loving eyes she said to me,
how life with all its ails should be...

Clean floats my abstract existence
serene, an enveloping canopy of clouds it abides...

Might I be hallucinating love?
Just putting a face to the man in my dreams...

I know it wasn't me
Nor was it really you...

Memory knelling and gnawing
internally trilling wave's nestled...

I was born of the ashes
of your left shoulder...

All it took was a cloth over his face
to send daggers through my heart...

You are my bright sunshine
You are my shining day...

Gloom,
it creeps up through my spine...