Suckers of an octopus arm
entwine...

Happening?
you heave a sigh...

Your absence was left beside me
for the white salt...

It was a lingering goodbye
for anchor moon...

Not contentious
I will put you in moon...

Sometimes
you want to shut the book...

Your becoming, cuts the moon
in half. I come...

A frog leaps between your eyes.
The fear was intense...

Death after:
In a decisive moment...

I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover...

Interned in my own prison
beneath the skin...

The wail fills the genesis;
you are not living in me any more...