Your lips were me.
I wanted a kiss...

Looked downward -
the granite face...

There was once a worried face
who unbuttoned...

Somebody had put the feet
against the flame...

They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts...

There was existence,
without space...

A poem writes my name.
I am trembling...

The fall
was imminent...

Death in meadow
on leaves, under the sky...

Your unclaimers
will miss the date...

I wished
a solitary temptation...

He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia...