V říjnu

Vapour vents visibly, verdant vegetation vanish, winds whip wildly, wills waver wistfully.

Tides

The moon that is your sweet, round face I behold as you hold my stare. The gravity of our embrace locks us in this quasi affair.

Rybky

As my lips touch the base of your frail dorsal fin my hands kiss every scale of your luminous tail. I watch you swim away I ache to taste your skin I sink back in the dark I deny I'm half-shark.