These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...
where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...
Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...
The lights went dimmer and dimmer...
my eyes blindfolded with darkness all around...
Women like you
are lonely...
Raindrops falling all around
lips caressing with no bounds...
What do caterpillars do?
No thin much but chew and chew...
Your mamma don't dance,
But trust me she can move...
Your face is unknown to me.
I don't remember the way...
The world is running too fast
I swim in the river of things and memories...
"Am I in trouble?"
she asked, as an ambulance...
time swims non-linearly in a vast ocean.
i bring palms together, and cup the water...