Something novel:
a good augury...

You drape me, with wet kisses
O moon...

That was unscarred night.
The full moon was rising...

Your face becomes
an eye, a saga of...

He was no longer angry
writing his own epitaph...

I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned...

Death after:
In a decisive moment...

Rhetoric had a theme
like crab-grass to destroy the lawn...

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon...

To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes...

Standing on a sandisland
I was looking at the landscape...

Talking of obscenity
you were undressing...