i have seen that sun of you like
the light

(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
…. .                       …
. .. . . ………………….*

the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life

the stir is unutterably a broken wing

dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields

when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die

:: 01-01-2015 ::