Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death...
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer...
Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon...
Sometimes I look upon the sky
And see dark clouds forming high...
In small pieces
you come back to live...
In the Rocky Mountains way up high
I hear a sigh I hear a cry...
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...
When a poem writes
you, I smell the...
She doesn't talk even a little
Yet she doesn't leave me, never...
The hunter and the hunted,
creatures of instinct...
Nothing to put in
words. You had placed...