She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...
Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...
Everlasting is
finding endlessness in the...
I started my destruction
So early and so well...
How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...
the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...
I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...
We keep on going
for we are not really...
Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...
I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...
the night is nigh
my eye can see...
you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...