Mamay, here you are soaking the soft riceAnd wrapping them in the leaves tender, darkenedDarkened by the tiniest flame that you whispered to.The bundles...
because a wounded rosebudtaunts the harvest moonand a failed moonbeamlimps among the dewdropswaltzing on the evening grassmy soulis searedin the embersof a brown passion
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jet-blackmy get-up today, from the upperto the underwear:black shirt, the color of mourningon this loveliest of mornings.black denims, the hue of rue.black shoes and...
For her gnarled fingers, it was never a questionof mere ornamentation,but of a secret syllabary,a language of ancient strengththat burned beyond tongues.Frome where her...
You are oneTo slip through the nightsLike a gauze.You come to meThinly wrappingAround my body.You are hereYet not here.I riseWith every drawing of breathLike...