Midsummer season on my wintry lips,these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.The sunlight of acceptance,the midnight of isolation.Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,I have the free will to question my fate.This wealth of imagination,and the poverty of my reality.The...

Gaze into my fire.As blinkless as a gaze can be.our first moment,wordless as sleeping lips.Our souls embracedbut bot our lips.Glancing at you,glancing at me.This was a momentbetween our eyes.And with your eyes,you've set my soul ablaze.Was this truly a...

Pressure deep in the the abyss of my treacherous soulUnrelenting as if it want to find what little light that leftTender touches or sweet kisses is not in my DNAYet you pushSoftly at first,intensify the pressureI'll swallow  back the...

The flattering, elegant strangerchained me suddenly to her heartwhen I blissfully closed my eyesand she pressed her finger into my lipsand whispered with hypnotic eyes,“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”The rhythm of her voice evokedsomething within me...