and the years come cascading down;
i’ll be the first to admit that i dream way too...

transparent words; the strings still dangle
from the same lips that sprouted them...

you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom...

the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...

like a bull-elephant sharpening
tusks on tree-trunk, i take to...

flesh wounds excise fragments of you,
while you’re torn between licking wounds...

my tongue, a honeycomb ripening
in June’s light, my words take flight...

with an elephant’s hunger,
i yearn for the light that...

cradled between your amber irises,
between the streaks of fiery red and...

sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...

…
and we tire of the echoes of exhaustion...

The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...