Between your legs
has risen beam.
Take it Sonia

It is your raft.
Since I am Sonia
raft for you.


Do not you know
that unborn children

nice grow
like apples.
You're delicious

My apple.

Sonia and raft in the blood

I flew with them will.
Sonia and raft in death
I'll get to them.


black chapel
in sleep

marble smiles.
Gardens and white feathers
I'll raise.


red lips
blow in my forest

my hands pressed
your body
in ur flesh

sinking my plow.

I do not know if I will get

to semeynostta,
but remember blood
sheet in your

and farewell, dear,
this is my end.