Faultless crowning words Transforming – frozen Knuckles cold and solid To...
Writing prose For phantoms Dressed in women’s clothes I dance Gothic...
He speaks And slowly Of love He sings A rhythm Lost...
I saw you then My teeth twitching What is this dance?...
First and foremost, poetry is the song of my soul. It...
She, the voluptuous one With the violin lips Satin mocha arms....
It’s that song That song that keeps playing in your head...