Not knowing-
was a bliss, writing...

Amnesia.
I want to drink tonight...

What happened? I would
ask the realness...

Burning the pages
unread...

To you, I
send my silence...

You drape me, with wet kisses
O moon...

A soft, but me,
black moon...

I will gather you-
through the uproar...

Night comes like a
black dog...

Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth...

Poised to confront
the improvised explosive device...

In-between the spaces
body moves...