Do trees quiver
in dark at night...

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

Was there any
time space to recuperate...

Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils...

Becoming was
eggs walk. You were...

Adieu, you may not
become a meal...

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

Moon rolls,
on its own without...

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

A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry...

It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink...

Standing alone
in the ring of fire...