subjugated in the choreography of your love, it feels as if I'd be the metaphor of your life, painted in the colors of your imagination, lubricated to experience one fine day, daily, in sensations found in any pretext, infused melodiously through a kiss, as fiercely as it is your lust for me, with your lips pressing mine while my arms are caught around your neck, and your fingers are knotted in my curly hair, clinging me more tightly to feel the talks from your mind about chapters that are ambrosial when aren't said out loud but only bestrewed in one sweet and tender touch of our instincts ────────🌹──────── (psst...) do you still dream, [you & me, as one]

❝ So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty spring has awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earth, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you to the leaves between the pines and the silence, asking myself how and when I will have to pay for my luck. Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing: of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don’t know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature. You please me more each afternoon. Where is she? I keep on asking if your eyes disappear. How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt. I feel poor, foolish, and sad, and you arrive and you are lightning glancing off the peach trees.

Take out from my hair and from wherever the guilty sentiments of yours towards me. You know that candlelight can become sun enough to enlighten the darkest hours. Bring to me the shine of your love and the feelings with all images out of the past. Fairy tales and laughter stirred by blame, incertitude, sleepless nights, passions and an imaginary kiss will heal any obsession. Take out from my hair and from wherever the guilty sentiments of yours towards me. Don’t you remember when I told you that the mystery of the night can be whenever, in the middle of the day or whichever hour? So let’s splash out our love, let's devour it. Let’s be lovers tonight. What do you say?