I
Sometimes...

Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

A human
skins lions...

Oh Husband, husband
I hear them chirp...

When night falls and crime calls
I be Batman...

poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...

If our world was to collapse in a clash
would you then hold my hand close to your heart...