O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...
Blood are tender,
though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...
If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...
It's us who border.
It is us who limit us...
Two forlorn souls were side by side on mattress,
a mutual gate between them...
Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...
The rainbows bridge
from the branches of your appetence...
I knew how to ease,
dished in brief moments, while a...
Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...
Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do...
The fire is everlasting in your eyes.
You inflame me...