Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
My self is Foreign to me now How I wish that...
Playing grown up games Secretly Without a conscience Or a direction...
The flowers still bloom In the spot where she killed Old...
I see you Pretty face, hair Beautiful Like the face I...
Feels like a slow motion picture show Carries its cargo like...
Inspires a young man’s mind to Painful confessions Relative and past...
And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
Orange fingernails And Spanish legends Of human tails Lawless as we...
Easy on the ice, she said I am in love with...