in my head is the moaning of a night, — (a hypnotizing night), named after you, you, the one who loves to listen to a song, housed in the bedding of a hard drive ⋯ sweetly, breathing my worldly fullness, an inventive kiss, from that exact time, has migrated in this status quo, reviving so a dream, to erect your untamed nature ⋯ a secret flows from an annex of the heart, examining and tingling my lips, tactfully, while your smile, [moisturizing my breasts], moans like night, [love is sweet] with you

maybe, (...just maybe), (out of there...), you are watching me with the same interest and affection, seraph angel (...at least, like that), I allowed myself, today, to think, to feel, to love as the child I was, and the woman I've become customized ...kissed on the soul, on noise, on silence, on the dark, on the light, on humidity, on febrility, with your inches of life touched ...by the pasts you took, with tons of happiness which you left 'em, to me, — (a little heartbreak girl) in a world that's charade and fully ...weighed by all odds at a fake weighing scale, right as you liked to joke, as you got me honed and nestled on dreams' shelf anchored ...embosomed, and scented, and snoozed, and waked, and nurtured, and tutored, by cell structure of a DNA where the joy is naturalness ⋯ 🤍💐🔟

when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color infused in my soul's nectar wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook to listen to what I wish ⋯ when I wish... desire smiles on my lips, through my eyes, having as watcher a dream that float through your mind

 good morning, my love, — it's the salute of my lights framed in a smiley kiss the midday greeting, — are rays influx from suns' eyes flaunting lunch meeting the evening's hello, — it's bliss and contentment with treat, music, film nighttime yawns with joy, — the moon and starry sky, smile for each soothing time my salute is me, loved, — thinking and looking for fun, (flirts chic), — smells of life salut, — allez, bisous, — it's sure understandable, each time we meet

each single poet owns only one religion, — is the cult of being enamored hypnotically; their fervent prayer is nothing but love, — their attire, from head to toe, it's alluringly; happiness and sadness bear one name, — passion... (maniacal and sensual at once); they are uniquely ones free to fix your soul, and like antidotes, excel in dissolving pains; the whispers of their words, perfumes you, their delirious smile is tactile music of life; if you're lucky enough to be kissed by them, you'll feel their art inspiring your hopes, up; and they'll choreograph your moon and stars while their sun will dream with you frenetically; seduced, you'll slowly unbutton your blouse, a little more... — making poets much happier; subtly, you've been lured into their secret world, all their thrills did something to show yourself;

it hurts, — 🥀 it hurts me to see some misunderstanding just cos I say too often, — I love you 🥀 it hurts me to see some dismissing my eyes just cos they're smiley for you spread on me joy 🥀 it hurts me to see some screechy haunters detesting with no reason your tiny knitted kisses 🥀 it hurts me to see some scandalmongers for they feel abandoned  just cos you light me up 🥀 it hurts me to see some souls' phariseeism just cos I sugar you fervidly as you give me that feeling 🥀 it hurts, — it hurts them a lot 🥀 it hurts me only five minutes

show or give to some people a little of your kindness, and at a time they will treat you with infirm feelings (life has the severe ability to make you feel this climate) ──────────⁂────────── don't correct people's mistakes, in the end, their egotism will do that for them (life has the very ability to teach you to be an observer) ──────────⁂────────── sometimes, people's characters shift up or down, similarly to their greatness or vileness (life has the exquisite ability to make you think in how to cope with people's imbecility) ──────────⁂────────── some souls are energy, spreading out optimism, but other's souls are impotent, scared by their shadows (life has the telepathic ability to inspire you and detect what includes the value of your happiness) ──────────⁂────────── nevertheless, we accept to coexist in this idyllic world, on a fraction of the sky, on a fraction of a dream... a.s.o. (life has the full-time ability to keep us occupied letting us the greatest a