The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare...

You are landing
in all my poems. Mirror...

Moon injured?
after reaching climax...

Washed by tears, the flame kindled again.
Crimson magma was quick to engulf...

The swamp was in
boil. It was raining...

In last breath,
when the door remained...

Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your...

Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why...

Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting...

Starting a crush,
on the baby face moon...

Multiple hurts? and
you still want to live...

Banded I walk
on the dirt road...