O human face,
coming from the furry past...
Calibrating,
the orgy in sky...
Half-living in your gaze
a prisoner of messed...
The moon was coming up
in cross-dressing style...
Without audible conflict
I invoke your face...
The blue stare
will stretch on the horizon...
A green hunt of words
does not dare to insert...
Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...
Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips...
Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves...
Nomadic words
do not stay with me...
On ladder, you climb
for espionage, with...