Time forgets the march of the calendarSnowflakes decomposeInto the absent of soulGrimy corpses called puddlesBy men devoid of charmThe marsh wren alre..
You pry open my pages professingYou've read this novel beforeDistant and boredI am a myriad of womenRewritten every dayHold me up to the lightPrism am..
I am the zebraYou have painted meBlack and whiteI am the cracked tea potDisplaying a hint of soulIn deep, bleeding huesI am the oranguatanPointing and..
Sunbeams tango tangerineAcross the strawberries and cream silk landscapeOf perfectly flawed skinYou are stretched out with the mienOf some long forgot..
Soon the regal crocus shall insist upon the birth of SpringThe season of calla lilies windswept in waltz draws nearYou no longer touch my cheek and th..
You weary me with thoughtless conversationSilence your poppy lipsI require unshattered meditationI ingest my tea in concentrated sipsI desert you upon..