It is quiet, the night. Thoughts
are falcons, my heart is...
In an air-conditioned,
crowded mall...
As I
S...
Breathe in...
Feel the breeze on your cheek...
False words fall from my tongue
Flee where they don't belong...
It’s not you
it’s her hips...
The old mare would lollop back to the gate
As if to say to me I cannot wait...
A point
is chiseled out...
Isn't it like me,
to throw caution in the air...
One needs to reflect
into the others to get...
On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...
Without contrast we
could not see. blindness is the...