Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

In the early morning The silhouette of your body is dark in the morning in front of the dim light Of the curtained blinds. Lying in be...

The boy in the garden I want to put my bare hands together and make them sink hard as evening falls, as if they were lovers. May be...

My soul mate’s soul is like delicate silver, Two lissome white seagull wings Her feet, And in her dear blood Rises a blue intimation O...