The padded words
perdured the fall of factuality...

Dusting a rose
dissecting a heart. There was wilder...

Building your space,
you were dying daily...

Talking to bougainvilleas,
one day I will cut my tongue...

A hundred pounds bite.
It was a matter of faith...

Listening to a gleaming
word whole life...

Do not remember the names.
Somebody is waiting in the wings...

Why did your hand
become the fist...

There was soft
purring. Inviting but malicious...

The arch
in the targeted killing...

Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button...

Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become...