"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic...

Upon crowning my tongue with cayenne-thick lust,
I found myself waning, an organ of rust...

My heart, our anniversary,
bow-tie you never bothered to wear...

Food stalls align the street, the smell
wafting around old ladies collecting tin cans...

Drive on - kill me.
I'm done standing beneath a parasol...

She was peeling shrimps
on new year's eve, whilst...

Another evening of spaghetti,
another day of bread...

.
naughty, and nervous...

(What will you do, girl, when there's no man...
Would you cease to exist just because Adam's never...

If you ever considered
pulling me away from a car crash...

An old poem, written in 2014 I believe. One of my...
*** poem might be edited in the meantime...

I hate you. I hate the late A.M.
and the intervals of wakefulness...