The retreat lit up softly

Tired limbs

Creamed and stroked


By a fine spraying shower

The poet will relax in such

A short while

Viewed from his past Muse

A ghosting reflection

Behind a sheet of foldable


As if he’s perform his

Cleansing ritual for beloved

Ana –

Hooked on aesthetically pleasing

Body movements

Even with the sharp massaging

Spray’s masochistic enjoyment

Shower of needles

Hitting on accumulated intakes

Of chocolate and sweet bakeries.

Well – not that bad for all

Stimulations that’ll add up to


The poet excerpts from his

Personal devourer of all senses.




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