i love… [i said...and didn't finish] i love… [i heard you saying, too] but what i love differs from anything you thought i love and you love too… seems that coincidence it plays with the delusion; we only uttered an identic word… what discrepancy called out synchronic, — a love… so closer to a love…

my eyes sketch noise scream, — come, love the mouth bites dreams salivates, — sip my kiss the body writes poems the mind, — gymnastic i long... i'm in... i need... instant, you decode me translating my physic narrating me exquisite while others read still you resolved my puzzle lonely means intimacy with lost mind inherently or as everybody knows‧‧‧ it's a Fʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ.ʸᵒU.Cᵃⁿ'ᵗ.Kᵉᵉᵖ.

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum, stirring up inside me an insane appetite [of him] [and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…] he persists to tender my nerves delicately cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well [expertly…] [to me…] ✶ [head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?] [truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where] ✶ [just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

my technology with his methodology hot sexology pfft, love's poetry devil's musicology omg's psychology mesmerised... [both] thru focus... -ology in art's symbology

when longing transfers my needs others new longs lie down again cos you inked on my smile's skin everything you adore about me across the borders in elixir's truth you're in my mind even if i think that you have vanished a little bit wrapped into a shushed juncture but what to see, you're grazing me with lust sipping my drunken dream dancing freestyle in a desire's room you[kissing me] me[touching you]

his pictures have the tempo of the songs, because, he said, [that’s what love's about] look for 'em, his visions said, there is a light, even when every side seems black as night a color felt your spirit, flamboyant, he said, why do you think my camera's addicted to... you are the spicy smile to my melancholy, at my question, you're the answer I avoid it you're any present I exist, [endless desires], (he said to me), and me... I did a new playlist nobody's lonely; music's a sincere audience

the breeze of love, screaming pleasure, are the words from my bed of dreams in the clear seconds of my ritzy coffee at the shore of my sea, honeyed wildly with your barefoot smile into my mind, because my name on your lips calls me, [she's fire...] and your soul, [i need you]

i live in the republic of music in the metropolis called, — art to get to my habitual' address look for the writers' boulevard it's right beyond printing house at intersection of poetry's alley the bird's-eye view is splendid just close your eyes to feel it

[are scintillating] the summer's earrings in the altar of the wind where my dream loves to rise and slip like the poetry in motion [it's sparkling], even the heel of the time, while it melts arrogance with the sheer light behind my eyelids  coordinated by memories' bible [with every single ray…] again... and again

savor me utterly, — (i smell like spring flowers) direct your lips tenderly on my tender grapes; paint your fire on my being, — [mhm], (unleash it) set your sanctuary into my scorching shelter; let the words be your hands preaching desire... yes, from my flowery twig in your sacred scent;

in an antagonistic dream [refined] between time and space [quoted] a coffee's steam has slid furtively to one of my anesthetized shades 1stly, it combed my untamed spirit  2ndly, it woke my naughty smile 3rdly, it adjusted my breath to [his] [all the others came naturally…]

late last night, (ingeniously), i peeked at the moon; its persuasively sound opened the window of some of my thoughts; the view was mystique and magic... it stirred up in me an inelegant lust to take a walk on its secretive alleys protected by longings; so i left my thoughts to tread on the moon's realm but not before sewing up at my ethos's collar, a necklace with the gems' jewelry of your lovely miracle, [baby]

among words' space,  a spirited symbol converts a thought among words' space a spirited sign pollutes the vibe of a rhythm among words' space a spirited attitude, it settles the throb among words' space a spirited opinion might matter or not might be sad but true

my poetry, — [it has no words] but feelings and emotions [and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin] [and pulse] [and blood] [and soul]; my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives], [it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds], [gets thirsty and gets hungry], [it's free and prisoner at once]; my poetry is going up and down, [it sings and dances, and it draws]; [it's what one wants and even more], [it sneezes, whistles and it sails]; my poetry is virgin and is vampin' [it pleases any pleasant pleased]; [it's sin and innocence], [it's wolfing] it's animal of you, it's sensual of me.