Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight...

Adoration short of
consonants, was a sin...

Ready to barter my
last wish with your tulips...

Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen...

Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall...

Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems...

Don't read;
feel the words. They weep...

Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily...

Something was left behind.
I was collecting all the...

When Rilke stops
whispering, I search...

Would you remove
your mask once, and come to...

The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns...