Tends to droop,
the narcissus, after...

Nothing other than,
he was hearing...

What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes...

Talking off the runway
moon? being you, a...

It weeps ritual.
A spiritual walk...

Where sand becomes
silver, you cower...

In my sanctum,
you walk in? like...

Like a tantric I will
gather you and make you sleep...

Clubfoot.
A poet's dilemma...

I cannot understand you.
You walk straight...

There was nothing to hide.
No jewels, no gold. I...

Had wanted it to happen,
without me...