love me
you, — passionately gazing invoking me quiet you, — starved after my thoughts' continent you, — negotiated longing, owning merciful tenderness you, — choreographing abysmally my best self you, — love me like nobody else
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where•did•we•go•i•love•you
in your witty sanity, you tired anyone to love me in like manner as you do; and the wildlife, flowers, and forests, seas, suns, and moons, acted for you with passion and emotion's intensity; but have you noticed any difference in the waiting for my naive gesture? sounds as if wʰᵉʳᵉdⁱᵈwᵉgᵒILᵒᵛᵉYᵒᵘ more
only to be with you
we look like two molecules of hydrogen; we have similar valences breathing same incantations between two kisses fastened in a knot with all basic water's characteristics, — odorless, colorless, insipid, and invisible, enough for our love to not be seen in all we have and all that holds us to be, like a liquid mass in our senses reflecting desires to all places, i, only to be with you, you, only to be with me
take me with you
the obscurity of life kept me absent in a profound unwanted melancholy yet, your moods, into harvest moon, succeeded to sail through me, serially, (title by title…), (edition by edition…), (one by one…), intensely murmuring, (inquiringly), at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams but in a flash, (too timid and unnerved), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and, till we'll reach the soil, it will be not quite enough time to tell you to tell me... (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)
