Comme je t'aime
"I love you for all the women I have not known...
Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...
So deep in my ears
there is a song...
There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...
Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...
Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...
How his jolly heart dashed
into the barbwire fence of...
Winning and losing
are mirroring flecks on the...
Living is the search
in which we lose everything...
Everything would end
everything my dear, that is why...
The eternals are mortal
and...
Tears have the constituents of their own:
Salted from bottom of the seas...