Stumbling barefooted
along the path of life, yet...

You smell like tomorrow, but act like yesterday.
Teaching each other how to bid farewell without...

I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean...

What is feminity?
She smiles a bit lost...

You cage the moon in your veins
whenever it is that side of midnight...

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

Romancing about three empty verses,
that warpaint every piece of me...

Autumns frigidity slowly tiptoes
through the depth of branches...

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

During my return I reminisced
about planting Jasmines or roses...

In late autumn the pitchy part of Paris
is a callous city, scorning nature...

Tipsy by evenfall
I sprouted on your lavender...