Softly my insides burn upon the gradual unveiling of want, its rough religion […]
Spoiling me with the lightest brush of your lips, a smile a parting […]
If ever the sun is drenched in longing and golds along with berry-reds […]
I ask him to take out a poem, to feel notes that form […]
I count droplets as white noise hammers upon my nerves, a breath alone […]