The heat of
a white knife...

She lies on a table
with needles hanging...

Suspended in water
she feels the push and pull...

Encased in the river
of honey...

She breathes in arms like home and watches
a softrise...

"who is that girl?"
"she's always so glum,&quot...

The paper reads
of nothing but...

The glass is smooth and
I sometimes wonder...

Sometimes breathing is
difficult when my lungs...

Morning dew on the
kittens coat, it awaits food...

A sleepers cloudy
eyes shut with mind open, see...

I ride the soft clouds
with evening flames on my breath...