Did the wound exist
as an appetency...

We dream without me and you,
gasping the fragile air...

Time is links
woven together loop by loop...

He serenades still
there under the window of...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

The knight
armoured all in white...

What a pernicious time this year was for me.
what a serrated dagger...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...

Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...