———————— she looked like island in high seas like a barrack that the soldiers used and abused she meditates on dirty stigmas on the wall now her shades of pale radiance barren visuals no sense of calm eyes communion of oval openings promising the art of erotic escape her eyes now changed filled with fury [...]

it's an abstract season like nomadic wayfarer i explore your soma your cries and whispers have no orthography in the sexual grammar Still naked still idol of many trade winds breathless i write with broken silences .. my pen drips blood into your amoral heart your blue lustre made of sweat and pearl. your face: [...]