Wicked Spring

Flashing through different paradigms in search of love and happiness, we met. Life and humanity made such a collision as was not yet recorded. What was recorded, was the light-spots that burnt themselves onto the film. And it was a quick job at that.

Here you are beneath my nib, turning my stomach and tilting your cap…

A green hill upright

Boasting the sunlight

Grinning with teeth of white villas

Lapping the bricks

Little blue licks

They’ve chlorinated the bristles

Lulling asleep

Too tired to peep

This lover had sunlight inside him.

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