Two lovers waited
They blew kisses through windows
They met under stars

Rebel romantics
Against their parent’s wishes
Let their kisses guide

The satin flesh of her thighs
I watched them drape over me softly
With sweat dripping down each leg
Into beads of transparency exploding over the ankles!

Sunlight splash daytime
Blonde afternoon is a friend
Amber alphabet

She ran with me toward the evening contained in one sapphire arena. Coliseum of death’s clamor! Instrument of dark war-cry mechanics…

Sudden panic among the gods allows certain neutral angels to fly over the spectators, landing on moisture-thoughts while clenching blue pistols.

“they’re only water-guns but what a flood we could have!” said one angel to another. They’ve been temporarily employed to keep close watch over the public’s fate.

Running in the rain
Girl and boy umbrella dawn
Neighborhood moves wet

Not only have I withdrawn into the depths of my imagination but have lingered there for some time now and results escape my consciousness like impatient fragments unprepared and dressed like foreign fire.

All stains will be misunderstood save those which design intuition upon our sleeves.

We must pay attention all over again!

Violin goddess
Melancholy of strangers
Overture of days