My thoughts revolve around all the things,
that my mind cannot grasp and perhaps...

I realized, that poetry
is not my mother-tongue...

Being lonely gives time to think
Time, which may pass within one wink...

You always said,
that painted fingernails...

Months traveled the country and kissed horizon
from both sides, that even acted coyly to be seen...

The alluring ambiance
of afterglow is peeking...

It's getting time
for me to take...

You rose from the ocean
ancient, but graceful and sublime...

With loss at hand you sprawl bones
half naked into blurry nights and on behalf...

I don't mean to slaughter,
but to pass; definitely a bit...

Arose from the sea, grew amid the foam - a maiden
yet unseen, each of her curves spelled...

I got a secret
Too dark to tell...