You are so sweet
I battered my heart
Trying to mix it in your cup of tea

December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.

Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry- after the
glitter of tears.

What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?

It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.

Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.

You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.

Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in
wilderness of knees.

Primal truth is dead
I search peacemakers
of nowheres in vain.

Watch my loneliness.
A bronze elephant stands
still in dream traffic.

Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as
I left you sleeping?

A creeper grows on
your face to steal the tears.
Why karma had failed?

At least a small kiss
of revival of dreams could
have saved the moon!