Poems. Some old. Some new.

Kiss
green quickly,

then soon experiment

between the naked blooms

of winter

and

the heavy vines

of summer.








My glorious

impressions

live

deep

in here.

Beneath

the morning

and

above the fermented

passions

of

electric dreams.








sweetly,
slowly....

start.

i want to feel
your breath
on
my neck.