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...
A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup...
Give me the whole
of a fragment...
In search of peace
he burnt down his books...
It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch...
Leave me alone
amidst the daisies...