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

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

Give me the whole
of a fragment...

In search of peace
he burnt down his books...

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

Leave me alone
amidst the daisies...

An alien feeling
of weird dreams...

I moan the departure
of death...

In the dim corridors
of a dirty game...

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

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

When light will not
enter the cove...