so what would I do

so, what would I do in your story, —
you wished to know

and I, using a subtle monologue,
I replied to you tenderly, —

tonight, —
grabbed in my dreams' fangs,
you'll howl delightful…

in your camouflaged entropy,
I'll be devoured…

your extraterrestrial kisses
will hang smoothly around my neck
like a scarf…

my dreams' bedding
will love to exude our wild emotions

your smile will explode as you'd wished,
wrapped in blues-jazzy notes


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