Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers...
Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...
You were not the
complete face of body...
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon...
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at...
Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams...
Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day...
You were casual
in making bed of thorns...
How to repair the
heart? The petunias will...
A leaf that's fallen
Is never pollution but...
How green the shoots that all conspire
To bring the winter down...