When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never...
There was a man...

When we are not equal, we lose each other,
we lose the winged self that once carried us...

Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

It was a small garden lane of being,
a stem upon...

When we reach the summit
of any genre of truth...

I asked: Where could I live?
He said: Between the mirror profiles...

I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...

There is no truth
entirely seen...

She is always dances amid her skirt.
Horizons always are very...