Cut the cords away
this is a sensation...

The quiet languor in his eyes...
the subtle strength visible in the slope...

We got naked together.
I wanted to...

Break the links of the chain
break off pieces of...

Tease me tease me with
gloss and matte...

DISCLAIMER: This is my response to T.S. Eliot's...
they don't know the first thing about you...

Sometimes
I think I am wrong to want a woman...

The soles of my feet are rolling
and the whole of me is pitching...

I dreamt I had a
beautiful...

We are a couple of
starving artists...