You broaden your desire
base, by legitimacy...

Salt burnt, you come
under the shade...

In suddenness, I will
write a poem for you...

Genus Viola.
Which gender you want it...

For the beasts and men,
a transition will not work...

Not confessional.
Without reading the body...

You loosen the grip
and let go the bank...

He was slated to become
godless, without engaging...

Standing knee deep in water
invoking the sun god...

The camellias.
Catch the witch on the pole...

Understanding-
the sexuality...

Zinnias were stalking.
The fading moon hangs upside down...