Another woman
sits on rose hips...
Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm...
I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos...
Going within to feel
the war moves.The pagan...
To drink the sea,
spilled over...
Do not
give me a dream...
The shivers of a naked land stir the morning awake...
It yawns through the forest, hills and hidden lake...
Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...
The withered flames
caress the wood...
Love is not to kiss
the moon in her deep canyon...
Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all...
There should not have been
any question marks on your...