~~Last year~edited~ for Robbin ~~
No more alone, no more me...

I am not of here,
I am from a place...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

If there is a promise to make
it is to the truth...

Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

Each figure is a silence
shrivelled...

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

In that café, I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

Could you for wile cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

The knight
armoured all in white...