Somehow I wish for you to meet me
in all the places I visit unplanned...

I question spring's authenticity-
if she truly means to test my longing...

I knew you first as a whisper
among brisk, unsettled air...

Sensational.
Raindrops are braided among our thighs...

Every summer
a burden of memory...

When I contemplate
morning's praise...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...

Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

It's like I'm drifting,
you don't even pass me by...

He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...

Mis alas,
escuches...