The smile full
of wrinkles...

The way he
holds the forestry...

She looks like hummingbird
wings and amber honey...

It's soft breathing while he sleeps
the crowded chairs at the table...

Her dream catcher
holds last nights...

She slips off her dress, and her panties come off...
-z...

Dont go - not yet
i cant breathe anything...

Freud's cigar ashes fallen
in rorschach, flies are...

"honey calm down"
so many directions...