Imagine a horse, perishing
at the seaside; I...
I crave to feel your fangs
sunk deep within my neck...
Dungeons breathe fire,
melting childhood...
Beautiful formations
Start to fall, slowly...
It will always be my loss when you try to talk to...
It is his voice,
yaa, the voice of that one I love...
Nothing I submit
lays claim as original...
You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...
The thought that I thought was not the thought...
If you think I will wait for you here
beneath this rain-soaked parasol...
If you breathe beneath my roots
I may lose a fruit off my branches...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...