One bolt of
lightning...
Find me.
In dim corners...
A samurai's sword
slays the inner foes before...
solitude, a magical realm
enveloped in tranquil hush...
We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins...
If being loved makes you uncomfortable,
you're more screwed up than I am...
You touch my body
the way wind touches trees...
You and I
are perfect together...
We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...
Sun of salt;
I vanished quietly...
Your voice,
leaking portraits...
the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...