Lean your head
On my
Bare
Hip
And taste
Sweet,
Pure
Freedom.

Let these
empty
sheets
Cover this
naked
Body
Of mine
With relief.

Let my ankle
Feel
The pain
Of your
Passionate
Kiss,
As we both know
It is our last.

Close your eyes,
Love,
As you did mine
Once,
So you won't see
My shadowed
Steps
Walking away.

Take your farewell
And cover it
With clothing,
But it will still be
Too much
For our
One hour
Love story.

I sit under the tree
A haven for solace
It’s yet to fail me
I ponder the path
Life’s trek brought me along
Events long ago
Reminiscences still strong
A child is
As childhood conveys
Exhilaration for some
Or just dreary days
Looking up in the night
And gaze upon stars
Or just the whole black
Painted over by scars

embarrassed in circumstance.
the day’s to leave a fail.
you’re such a warrior,
selling the pale.
this is wrong, this is wrong–

as one by one closes borders,
out of control–
listen carefully, sin of sound, carefully.
no turn around, carefully.
shine a light, turn it right.
shine a light, tonight–

out of my dream, they fill up the gas,
wrongfully, am i strong enough?
pile up my insanity.
far side, bottom up,
neglect it–
nights as detectors,
this is my security.



turn it right, here,
take, the walking of the symphony.
just the sound,
to leave the cave.
there is no war in us.
shine free, gentile.

just go ahead,
room down,
the borderline’s by my side.
i leave behind,
as a visible warrior.
shine free, gentile–
i turn it right.

There must have been
another one here
that folds into
a better
ending.