the time is writing without to sign its pièce de résistance you will translate it by guiding it through the deck of dreams each intimacy of your thoughts will take my poetry's shape as a reader, you'll spend a few secs to get devoured and live the action in some, you'll get amazed in some, you'll recognize yourself some will make you look for more some will never turn you on cos my haply paragon was written by time in another time cos time is recited in another dream having another philosophy cos all of them will be purified by unique hygiene of a being in a being as i want it to be, as you want it to be

passionate thoughts are spidering my soul with this wild perfume of this season's day sybaritic, the booze of gods rains on my lips to annihilate the chaos from my mind stave the dreams' melodrama dances on my skin dressed up in questions and astonishment common senses philosophize in the language of Dassin, attached to the keyword, (à toi…)

morning sun's vapors slid romantically through my ajar window to energize my being tenderly, they whispered to feel inside me some gold sensitiveness whose howl waits for me the sky pulverized the joy transpired in the sub rosa talent of a city where once i loved to be (it smiled a memory at me anguished by an unmanageable desire with fangs and husky voice) (it unleashed into my mind the taste and wildish passion of someone never met but deeply felt) (it arched my every inhibition by caressing the neckline of my imagination a domineering untrue kiss)

i'm love's combustible untold dreams burn dishy inside you you're the anode i'm the cathode every desire is compatible with two of us imaginations' source  is swanky is approvingly you're mine i'm yours, — the only one you love me... i love you...