
trees blaze in flame of impossible colors and she dances in the alleys of redolent lilacs fetch me a little love, she said from where? I asked from thin air, she said so, I catch a butterfly; I count the colors; it has every color an wing can carry II. pencils of drunken moon vertical and fenestrated through and through a grunting noise a raindrop seeps through the window pane blighted moonlight drink was the moon alone she walked into the whispering shadows of unkempt mangrove III. jasmines and hibiscuses are in full bloom bougainvillea screams its intense colors dream weaves its slender threads dream dives deeper into other dreams horizon blurred; time torn and space collapsed IV. wisdom has no loves, says the celibate priest then he weeps and says to the priestess: o' priestess, tear my robe and listen to my heart's affliction. my head is wise, but my heart is not; thus said, he p...