I was not there
when omentum was incinerated...
Without narrating
yourself, when and how...
There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase...
Little birds
had become stone pelters...
Tracing your eyebrows on paper?
eyes mine, we will...
I will do no harm
in asking the colors of...
After knowing you,
I want to unknow me...
A bruise has appeared?
where you had kissed me...
Trying to forget, I forget myself.
Who am I? I had...
Skin to skin
you cut the psyche...
Like for Terra,
the goddess of the earth...
You were wired, I
won't let you go with zinnias...