How would you retrieve
the soul of moon? There was...

Cuddling instinct.
Was that important to...

I was hungry
and you fed the tiger...

You begin and end
in sameness. The trust will...

Kissing under the
mistletoe. Moon puckers...

My charm lies. You
will not come in this poem...

This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother...

Words of violence,
violence of words. From where...

Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was...

Between us was
left a prelude. I open...

Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming...

You had failed me?
god, when angst was burning...