He brushed me off with his eyelashes and said,
"You are an idiot—you know nothing...

Without you
I am just a stranger...

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

Tell me:
what is mightier...

Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...

How, in jungles,
the strong separate...

like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I have seen you in darkness...

They just see perspective
for their attention is conditioned...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

The bride moon waltzes
with shadow nocturne groom of...

You are somebody
when you learn...

I dream of you
in jazz...