Poems from Bell Inocencio
i love you and me underthe comfort of the cold blanket . . .with the stains of yours stained me,with the warmth of the cold body giving me...
the blossoms cower, afraid of bandits. the buds bloom, waiting for the gods.
the floras seem to speak like a knight, and act more of a...
Parallel
hand to hand. face to face. our parallel world must create: gun to gun. war and blood.
yé death -- you coming
yé deathyou comingwith shipsof sh--tsbombardedwith bombsand skulls
yé deathyou comingwith wingsof...
calla lilies
you so pureand white
your yellowneedlein the middleis a pleasureto the bees
you so pureand whiteand plain
growingon the mud