outside & inside	 my lines, oily red
               			      are both 	scribbled
   			   intimate spaces 	matter of passion
   		           they are always	heat and downbeat
         		         ready to be	brushed away
               			     reversed	the hand tries
                      to exchange their	limned loops of  
       	   `		    	      hostility	bodies pained 
    			      if there exists	a refugee in
       		      	        a borderline 	shadowed shade
                                       surface 	caught in
    	                      between such	masked smiles
      	 	 	             an inside	of fury
          		         and outside	erased
       			         this surface 	this study
          			   is painful	birthing what
      			      on both sides	but hours spent