You, my creation, my art,
you...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

Thus Said a Child in Gaza::
I love...

In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

Stoning to death—
it’s all you do...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...