last night
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]
