Your limbs tremble?
when you stand erect...

A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding...

To wean away a tigermoth
from a bell jar...

I would give anything to die
in you, in your belly...

You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger...

Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes...

Why were you afraid
of unknown...

Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For...

This is it, I want to say.
An acid rain falling each evening...

The ambrosial ending
of the day. I was not sure...

Was it kosher to wake
up a sleeping poem, when...

Your window
was very small...