You were the scandal
that I held a secret...

The afternoon sparkled
like an early spring's...

When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...

She is the breeze of a tropical
midnight, drenched in rain drops...

Sadistic child play
taunting the shy, innocent...

My eyes dilated
between black, white...

The lady with eight fingers
webs gauze around dangling...

Two moons ago,
the sun began to rise...

I adore the grace
of the shadow face...

She spoke to me,
within a morbid...

I angled my arms
in a way that meshed...

Pearled iridescence
shadows the corner...