When light will not
enter the cove...

You had set your sights
on the pond, accepting defeat...

The war game begins.
You hide the sex behind...

In the dim corridors
of a dirty game...

I moan the departure
of death...

An alien feeling
of weird dreams...

Leave me alone
amidst the daisies...

It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch...

Give me the whole
of a fragment...

A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup...

On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect...

Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a...