You were wired, I
won't let you go with zinnias...
Like for Terra,
the goddess of the earth...
Skin to skin
you cut the psyche...
Only in the woods.
you can hear disembodied...
Trying to forget, I forget myself.
Who am I? I had...
A tall white Birch reared its stately form,
High in the path of the oncoming storm...
A bruise has appeared?
where you had kissed me...
After knowing you,
I want to unknow me...
I will do no harm
in asking the colors of...
Engrossed in whiteness
rolling down from snow fall to...
Tracing your eyebrows on paper?
eyes mine, we will...
tree bent over the water
looks at itself in a stream...