• At Least A Wind

    Always pursued by night,
    gripped by her moist skin,
    itching like prolonged virginity,
    that the astronomer is closest to a poet,... more »

  • Awakening

    Your white, violin body,
    against which the moon shines... more »

  • Nightwatch

    Full moon again, nightwatch,
    midnight awe,
    that exists an intangible outline,
    and those who dare... more »

  • Storm

    Maybe, somewhere in a storm,
    she stands on a terrace looking into the rain,
    the storm blazes in her, the ocean rough
    in her blood was first prophesied, when still... more »

  • Vertigo

    Tongue in closed mouth bouncing
    off the walls as if locked... more »