Look:there he issweaty and shirtlessstanding in front of the window showing off…
Each evening I notice the horizon,My heart engulfed in melancholy.Setting day…
I see your underwear,well, I see your suitcase,and by extension,I see you…
she is the tree whose roots sink deepest drinking from the well of memoryher…
I’m tired of this game of evensThe effort of getting it rightThe text you so much later…