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...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the...
radiances are raining from skies...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

Such voluptuous prime
in the lusts of melons...