Waltzing
we poured...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...

<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...

This moment is all
I am able to have for...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...