A bruise-
opens up again...

It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom...

I care less,
walking on plateau...

The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears...

I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life...

This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had...

Days are crisp,
nights chilled...

After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary...

The seizure,
volatile it was...

Renunciating
the flesh, now you ask for...

Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a...

On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect...