At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons...

Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul...

The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words...

A secret poem for
you, to forget myself lost on the...

Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions...

Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the...

Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted...

You talk of evil,
I become incendiary...

Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane...

Retrieve me, by my
voice, to stay at the pause...

Returning to past
you tend to remain all mum...

Where blue meets the
red, I will bring moon to cross...