I adore the grace
of the shadow face...

The lady with eight fingers
webs gauze around dangling...

My eyes dilated
between black, white...

Sadistic child play
taunting the shy, innocent...

She is the breeze of a tropical
midnight, drenched in rain drops...

The afternoon sparkled
like an early spring's...

You were the scandal
that I held a secret...

Take me away,
I wish to hear...

It's a quiet morning,
just a hush behind...

I connected through
the stars in your pocket...

There are songs for the damaged,
women flock like birds to sing...

Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...