Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss...

It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams...

To live again, I
will not come after dying for...

Defining hunger
I become metaphysical...

Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun...

Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...

Joining back tribe
was not atonement...

A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain...

When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to...

When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled...

I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear...

It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming...