The beast did not see the lamb.
It saw only meat...

Your lips—
my shelter...

Oh yes—
it’s always a good pitch that does it...

I dream of myself,
for that is where...

Could you, at least in silence,
confess you love me back...

The bird,
an agitation...

Samurai moves smooth,
his body, tuned to the pulse...

Dear Mama, don’t die—
please...

Oh,
my chest...

The memory of your laughter
devours the miles...

When all the bubbles burst,
in far-off islands...

Behold!
They crusade to crucify...