In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies...

After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed...

No final goodbye. No poetic
apology. No introduction...

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem...

You will find one day,
water footprints, when...

Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart...

Becoming gold diggers,
the myths, without...

Every night you become
an insect, crawl into...

When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds...

Being you,
not the bee queen...

Between the swaying palms,
moon was moving...

Perched on a tree high
wave...