Being lonely gives time to think
Time, which may pass within one wink...

My thoughts revolve around all the things,
that my mind cannot grasp and perhaps...

The night is skintight and my tongue is dry
because of missing words and closed lips...

You always said,
that painted fingernails...

The alluring ambiance
of afterglow is peeking...

It's getting time
for me to take...

Months traveled the country and kissed horizon
from both sides, that even acted coyly to be seen...

Arose from the sea, grew amid the foam - a maiden
yet unseen, each of her curves spelled...

With loss at hand you sprawl bones
half naked into blurry nights and on behalf...

You rose from the ocean
ancient, but graceful and sublime...

I don't mean to slaughter,
but to pass; definitely a bit...

The tempest effects your
hapless vision, which...