In shadows of dawn,
there was no theme...
For lurid details
of velvety arms...
You wanted him alive.
To witness the evolution of...
Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...
After victim effect
of hibernation...
The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb...
From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to...
Moon injured?
after reaching climax...
Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...
With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace...
Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...
Beautiful, purple
calm solitary twilights...