At lake point
I had yet to kiss you...

Moon rolls,
on its own without...

Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon...

Adieu, you may not
become a meal...

Becoming was
eggs walk. You were...

Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils...

Was there any
time space to recuperate...

Read me if you
care. I am going to...

Do trees quiver
in dark at night...

When sun was
preparing to die, why...

In black sun
and white night...

To understand the body,
smeared with ash...