A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...

Lethal mix
of blood ties? before...

Simple light I assume, I needed
nothing more, nothing less...

No words,
no thoughts...

A brisling terror
tormenting the kelp...

Give me pain of
your pain in summer moon...

Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns...

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

Looking back at self-portrait
was bewitching...

You are waiting
amid fears. The fretting...

Fixing the dignity
like a fabulous sarcophagus...

Listening
from the walls what...