it fell the love in its knees, thanking me for the manner I crayon it it stamped the moment, the happiness and... [my fantasies came to life] any pains, worries, and fears got drifted in nothingness, letting light in choreographed by earthly passions, I'm glorified stylishly in a healthy splendor my smiles cast out the debilities of some who reproachfully stare at my colors' tempo I'm the music's realm, I'm the party's altar, ready or not, welcome to me, — soul

it has meowed my mind and barked my soul but you've been deaf... [you've been deaf then] [you are still deaf, now] in vain, the moon and sun swam in your waters to set up longing's portrait in your imbecility, [just you] [only you], couldn't feel it so i fell to my knees and built my own realm and my waters are wine and the fruits give milk and flora/fauna sings and the time is the dreams and humans are stars and the kisses are the breeze and the touches are essences and i am what i want...

i threw on you, shallow words rolled in spells spells moistened and molten in my stellar dust stellar dust congested with my romantic mantra mantra coagulated into my dreams' silhouette dreams' silhouette baked in your love's hunger love's hunger in which you believed that i believe not

I took your senses' seeds and planted 'em in my lawn I gave 'em shapes and colors in an inexplicable mystery I enriched 'em with bouquets of queer dreams and delights everything I am, I'm ecstasy folded in your love's drops history isn't startled at all you were meant to my power

the summer night sprinkles lavishly sugar dust on the spikes of your fantasies so rare ripened in the oven of my lust to make them ambrosial i can feel the shining rustle from their soles until beyond the sweetness' sphere of the connection worn in a golden chariot of our multiple miracles and you bathe with me in the season of the peach out of the time's womb [while me, i'm lovin' you]

you, in any of my thoughts, kill the silence with the jaw of the fantasy; the light of your vocalizes fills the darkness making saints and devils tremble; hidden behind a mask, everyone omits how fragile you are, [hero/antihero at once]; like an insane wildish force of sea's vortex is your character acting in the love's name; and is, and is not revenge, and is, and is not  justice, but just your elixir, quelling a gaffe;

every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] 🫧 the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane 🫧 each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood 🫧 the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...

come... — catch out my poetry's nipples with the island lips of yours suck out of it... the rain of my emotions announced in the forecast of love any dose will transfer in you the energy from the nest of my stars the molecular activity of my atmosphere is gonna erect your hemisphere our happiness from the present of now will immortalize any picture falling down  the vapors of our passion will sign with pseudo name, — [end of the world]

my thrills are dancing with my muse in the ink's spell the ink's spell is choreographed in my fantasy's arena my fantasy's arena is titled, — un p'tit je ne sais quoi un p'tit je ne sais quoi is the meaning of the one I love the one I love bears the essence of my dreams' attire dreams' attire was designed me as a dangerous woman dangerous woman for some, — black sheep for others

from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour, i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality; there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning, enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored, i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark

all my longing for you had started arguing with me, but you came... [the meeting with you stopped it...] in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin whose strings only I can touch 'em, to calm me down any of my worries get metamorphosed in a sweet thrill as your lips slip on my skin's skin to spell a new song in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station, in my deep blue galaxy, plays continuously its hit …and i'm not dreaming, but if i'll do, don't wake me up

arise sun's light to ignite the moon [together…] [at once…] [randomly…] the whispers' buds ripple sublime in my dream's peak with your scent your scent is willing to align itself like stars listening to my lust's navel my lust's navel whistles chicly for the priceless joy in the bed of romance [romance is me…] [wanting is you…] [velvety…] [sexy…] and [mannered…]

there it is your longing, — it's written deeply on my skin with lust's igniting ink kept in your mouth's container; the nibs, — your lips have harvested radiant thrills planted fluently by my sighs in any intense apogee; our love seduced the music to listen to us, — you and I are an inciting icon mirrored in all universe;