Burning rocks had
a near miss. The...

Be tender, with me-
in midstream...

The mess you made, was
apocalyptic...

The rocks in water
like words, between...

Like war of words.
A fierce battle of winds...

Be laid:
with your private wounds...

An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside...

The ancient war is on.
You kill...

You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek...

Need mercy for a
Freudian slip...

Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle...

The knife peels off
the silence...