God was cooking
He put the fuel...

Lapping up with
its red tongue...

A sigh from the heart
Alarms me; it is...

There are codes
Of conduct to be kept...

Fires on the Savannah
crisp crackling and red heat...

I have today a hollow heart;
Best friend says I'm insatiable...

He was talking with two mouths
trying to fool me; now this...

Your hands turn
because they are nimble...

Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people...

I am wondering why mama
Is always agitated...

When the heart heaves
And air is let out...

The pope occupies Peter's porch
John Paul II...