Darting Pain
O, how it was that
in freezing embrace:
a butterfly touch!
Then comes a fall
from your almond eyes.
Cascading tears.
A silken knife
peels of the edge, of -
question mark.
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Juncture
This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had
gone to you.
Each moment was-
a white death lying in
state on the dirt.
Send some tender
shoots of a poem to
bloom on my anger.
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Green River
The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also
the acidic lips.
Cannot speak the -
language of eyes.
A city of tears.
Sun plays with shadows.
I keep walking towards
the green river.
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Tasting Blood
Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold
blood. Death stalks.
In broad daylight
I watch the green blood
of white bread.
The soul will not
listen the song of life.
Hope, do not go!
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Shadows
The dew on your -
lashes. Did the moon kiss
you in sleep?
In dream, you -
walk towards a tall tree,
near the lake.
Full moon will ask -
what was your death wish.
It were only you.
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Nature Speaks
Full of venom the -
sting will break on my breast.
O, a watermark?
The paper was thin.
Could read your words
across the face.
The body quivers
under veil, for a kiss
of yellow moon.
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God’s Birthday
It was not mandatory.
The penalty
of hope.
From a killing machine
propane and fertilizer.
It was a god’s day.
Don’t want to contend
against porous death.
Words, I will not betray.
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Moving Shadows
Nothing to do and
nothing to kill. Clouds will
send the pink rains.
An excuse to
blow out all the candles
and burning the limbs.
Blue to blue
was the order of dark night
for encounters.
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Winter Story
When clouds were
drawing graffiti on sky,
where were you?
Untamed manners
in a profound grief
brings back the black buck.
The buck stops here,
fallen on the golden ax.
Get me the lantern.
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Exiting
On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.
Will you stand up
for a final good bye
kissing the eyes?
A dewdropp was -
the strength of silver, drinking
the fluorescent sky.
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