the crowd

people

gender feelings

a lion, s he and art II

miss (ing)  w o r d s ..

so you have told me

about muslim cups of tea

first light, second sweet, third bitter

but your lips were sweeter

than tricky bee

like life, like woman, like love

I could jump over sky above

me

I will keep your words in dark

like the lion keeps art

and he pretends he can live without heart