It comes nearer
and nearer every night...

Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils...

Far away was your
home. Do I give you to...

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

You have taken back
what you had given to me...

Searching hegemony
by a lazy eye was not...

In your nirvana
border pains continue to...

They will not come down
with branding iron and bobbing stings...

The rapture
was on prowl...

Somebody had put the feet
against the flame...

It was
a stunning defection...

There was no need of a sharp knife
in Calvaria...