Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...
Silence -
your bed's unmade...
She had a face of salt,
her features were fading away...
from a closed window
a girl with teary eyes watches...
coward.
the word itself is unpalatable to a practiced...
You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...
once,
i was a balloon...
Were you near rebirth?
To dive in pure water...
It was a clear morning outside the yellow kitchen
when the grey weather foreboded mischief...
I've spent half a lifetime
attempting to rid...
my skin drinks in the sun, turning a
shade or two darker – a homage to our...
A grove of your name
had carpeted my way...