Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

Never say a lie
because other can see you but you can't...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

Beside all the moments were sitting a second
keep on murmuring...

Garden is in the taste of honey.
Garden is a symphony...

Scuba-diving in the fish tank of abeyance!
In the blaring discords of all these bustles...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...