The Gaze

Go stand at the door. Clench your lips like you do. Under your gaze, Life is unveiling itself. Your fractional demands Are in tune with the spells: “You. On your knees. Rain. On the grass”. Everything freezes And looks. And just waits. The pulse stands by. The storm...

Prophetic Dream

My phantom had to see me tête-à-tête. So we have met and I got strangled slightly, Just in my dream, and I survived, but… Oh, No devil and no god can help me now. “Look, baby, I’ll be honest: What I do Is crush, and then I leave. My fault it’s not. It’s who I am. And...