I’m going forward rolling a small ‘now’, sealed inside

No past can enter it, nor future can I reach. I just keep walking

Well, they say there’s no past or future thing but present, which I can’t clearly see. But like the idea

Coz for me, it sounds like you must be with me now

If Sex is an Art

What an elementary metaphor a body is, sometimes I am not so proud performing with it

So we literally have to open the body to mean we’re opening the heart, right? Nobody has made more progress than this so far, huh?

You Stretched Me

You may not know but I let you stretch me when entering. I mean including all your belongings that followed you everywhere like a shadow. It did hurt no matter how slowly and little by little I did it. I bore it anyhow like a greedy fool who had been starving