If a mute told you he was a mute, would you believe him?

to be exposed against the limits of
the wind
is nudity of mind
of sex
of sexism

one by one - to fall, to fall
and then point to me
show me, goddamnit
what is your face before you spoke

to speak, to be exposed and to expose
your face - it's not a sound
not a fate scribbled in dogmas

let me show you peppercorns on a cob
crying for the loss of blue,
a mute butterfly
clapping with its eyelids
or, perhaps, a trifle argument
flicking through memories of salt

oh the permanence of a blink in a moment of seeing
an inch of sentiment thrown in
for good measure
to protect our serious sense of being
(a life-long lullaby
to the selflessness of things)

a kiss


prelude to an ecstasy


of colour
of splendid


moments.

a fake smile



another one!

(the only kind allowed,
and only with a purpose -

never a smile for a smile's sake)

yes, please do donate some money
to some of the world's
richest people

muchly appreciated, thankyouverymuch (smile)

a one-winged love
a one
a winged
a somehow related
opportunity


sex flourishing between such
and the beauty of
the body of love
a regardless proposition
attempting to subvert -

fuck off,
what do you know?


resting on whispers
and dying

dying.


give us another, will you

I need this, I really
I need this
right now

no, fuck you, you know
shit


to be felt in your entirety by
strokes, kisses and breaths

of wonder, of telling, of
the interstices of meanings
the hidden gems
that guard his lies


herein rests my
lonely love
lonely for you
lonely for only one
a diminishing distance

but a distance.

empty words fall on pages, gently, like petals of snowflakes on probation, trying not to wake up the slightest whisper.

a girl

a smile

walking gently, not to
step on the
smallest flowers


once found
forever small

and gently gently

like the softest whisper

lie there
lither,
wither
with her