10

Night of cold and quiet make me something, make me nothing, make us everything, as the shades of purple in the skies, as she does when I traverse her silken skin.

9

There is a ton of moods I do not understand.
There are silences I do not get, either.
Then, there is what should not worry me, but does.
And so on...

8

So, I am going further, away from them all, except her, with her deep brown eyes, and in the afternoon sit we shall and look at each other and nothing else.