The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns...

At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons...

Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul...

The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words...

A secret poem for
you, to forget myself lost on the...

Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions...

Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the...

Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted...

You talk of evil,
I become incendiary...

Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane...

Retrieve me, by my
voice, to stay at the pause...

Returning to past
you tend to remain all mum...