Skin to skin
you cut the psyche...
Trying to forget, I forget myself.
Who am I? I had...
After knowing you,
I want to unknow me...
There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase...
Without narrating
yourself, when and how...
For feeding a false tree
of life, beheading...
Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...
The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...
Grayed and heavy cumulus gather overhead,
Attempting to thwart my sunshine endorphins...
Slowly rising half Moon in the silence of the...
over the trees and rooftops of this sleeping...