Ethics
takes a nap...

Did you know
what was the time...

Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...

I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question...

The desire,
rises like a spire...

The rapture
was on prowl...

A golden fish in
blue waters, with many eggs...

Drinking from the portrait
of an alienated moon...

Death by rains.
No exclamation...

Going to shake my inner world.
Inconsolable is the loss...

You walk on burning embers
like a black stone...

He was not ready
for a stash of negligees...