Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
I hungered for biscuits So crinkly and crumbly A savoury crack; O, I was hungry. Took hold of the handles,
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Is that a glance I see? I shall correct my behavior Although I am uncertain what Wrong I’m doing. Perhaps, they are so unlike me
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Blades fall from heaven Nowhere to run Dry, dust, fire— They cut your brain Death by a thousand,
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
