The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns...

Would you remove
your mask once, and come to...

When Rilke stops
whispering, I search...

Something was left behind.
I was collecting all the...

Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily...

Don't read;
feel the words. They weep...

Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems...

Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall...

Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen...

Ready to barter my
last wish with your tulips...

Adoration short of
consonants, was a sin...

Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight...