Lucidly, you opted to wear just sable after the own you that could've been if you wouldn't be censured me, fully. Me, the passion, the mystery, the joy. Me, the life, the dance, the happiness. Me, the curiosity, the caress, the love. Me, held now to roam inside your lungs carrying a wild sweet box confusa scent trodden by the soles of your sky, [once]. Yet me, myself, and I, won't be led astray. You already punished me as a hooligan. My rages torture you as you tortured me.

it climbed artfully to my lips a royal fleshy cherry fruit… the juicy aroma of its dew, plunged firmly in my mouth; instantly made me hiss out with joy, whoopee–tie–ai–a and its sugar sugars me still, over & over, erecting my day 1st variant, — it climbed artfully to your lips a royal fleshy cherry fruit the juicy aroma of its dew plunged firmly in your mouth instantly made you hiss out with joy, whoopee–tie–ai–a and its sugar sugars you still, over & over, erecting your day

on the sky of my words, the letters are sprinkled by the kiss of your truth chased and certificated in a breathtaking dream

clandestinely, your dreams open window of my dreams they're ripened in the sin's oven of ideating me, of ideating you vibe is diluted in mint's color of your eyes fixed on mine your one desire is I, invited with my one desire sizzling in yours …and in a snap dreams go in their silky sleep, [dawn budded]

I climbed the fever tree with the branch of my senses like a fire through the jungle I sparked love's ignition in you metamorphosed in a bonbon with love's fruity aroma, I melt you're the luxury man on fire, cheffing me… in your inferno for I dared to climb, (fevered) with the branch of my senses … like a fire … metamorphosed … you are

using a crown of juniper and the cosmos, my spirit is wrapping in your soul's flight through the meadow of analeptic dreams each sensation emanates discreet aromas manipulating chic the moonlit magic's flair fine seduced thru whispering flowers' spell the transformation we're in, it's a challenger enough for our polysyllabic love to relapse from mystery fiction to a happy life's reality

we tiptoed around it so many-many times with own visions, with the other's visions until we built a realm of the visionaries we tiptoed around it, we're tiptoeing still, to chisel poems' column, to scent chicly message's molecule with the words' atoms we tiptoed, we're tiptoeing still, till we'll stop, as if we'd want to shake up the dream which reminds you to remind me what you miss

(positive… childlike… and smart…), [self-loving… and without defect…], (distraught, vulgar, mostly absent…), [or even saying, — hypocrite…], (with many-sided… or a freak…), [i'm not…], (i'm not?!), — [i'm not what some wish me to be], (i'm not what everything i feel), [nothing, regardless of whatever i act], (a soulless one… a dirty mind…), [not seen… not easy to get scanned], (because), — [stop...], [pause…], (this is a mask), [that is an aim], (this is a thought-through sentiment), [that is a test], (this is the fact), [some have to get informed a lot] made stars with moon a tête-à-tête, both confidently robed up in an infinity nightgown tailored in blue (not for just me…), [not for just you…]

i filled some spaces with some lovely motley words… i think you know 'em stressed but invited was, — [proofreader of the mood] my muse's muse, — you laughing, you played and showed your amour proper… cheered me a lot, — cheered

I am trained to remember even now some clouds in some sable tempers, bringing from nowhere, out of the blue, a frightening rainfall I tend to feel their drops' corpulence under my soles still, counting my steps and lauding my team's equipment, overly It's like I'm absorbed in their ripples, that sends you to help yourself to me, if you have those goals, enough to win when you step on the handball court As an athlete, I'm trained to remember I was born to be a champion. So I am.

at my this town's hour, wild ducks are in their kingdom, rainbow waits for them

I don't know when, I can't remember when your genteel thought has slid on spiraled arms of my chic dreams Has been around a new dawn's debut kissed by the touch of darkness still? Got no idea. I'm tangled in love's-ville.

lighthouse glints slip smoothly on the shore of dreams' time zone their beautiful horizon's portraiture unveils your moon's smile a li'l closer deep, on coral reefs inserted longing is set to not get lost at sea anchored on a driftwood dawn's pendulum sailed you to me instead of a message in a bottle, i found you whispering to me, — who's the one drunk with love and waits for you on the island of hope?

are you hungry, are you thirsty somehow do you feel alone do you see me, do you hear me am i too frosty, am i too warm can you breathe and move still do you think of me or just dream i'm your planet, i'm your home keep me safe, to keep you, too it echoed in blue, the green view

how often you said, — (never fall in love again…), never shine a light how often you vowed but broke your own commitment, in love's name, again whose spell flow in you, who's the face without a face, whose love hunts you still and why begin again, — does the love like to play jokes to make the saints laugh

When the sky stopped moving my physique began to shudder. The words of my unvoiced fear began scrawling on mind's walls. Another universe has required to get inside my soul's sanctuary. A mad fury began to scream out. Battle collapsed in nothingness. Out of there, got found a way out. I did. But I still keep on fighting.

I woke to the sound of singing flowers. Their delicate scent irradiates any day. Their form is the glowing heart's smile and their appearance activates the light behind the eyelids at life's coordinates. Lifetime has its own sound, own scent, own shape, [so unequivocally magical], where even good people do villainies…

in a dreamer's world, standing on the edge of love, you're lured to immerse … complementary, longing's voice etched in whispers, hallucinates you … there's no censorship, — mercy of the night dissolves wrong feelings … so softer than soft night's voicelessness surrounds me, wants to hear my dreams … romantically, we're like a dancing machine, watchers count our steps… … [j'ai fait le mille pas…]

smoothly, with some thoughts, I kissed your mild summer wine and I sank in its orbit, at once a yore playful cicatrix got cured,  as if the happiness I looked for was hidden through its chalice yet, if you feel me all around you, as if you'd breathe what I breathe, don't get brunched by yourself wait for the call of my thoughts by kissing a delicate summer wine to get you to sink in the orbit where I am