I am a gadfly |
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...
Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...
Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...
The loops unroll,
each birthing another...
I dream of you
in the moan of violins...
Sometimes pure honesty |
Man is free only when |
We never are |