bad love
thru the love's poem, — traveling,
with the silent voice of yours
adorned magnificently in me,
i listen to your caresses, —
your caresses are so exquisitely,
watching my dream smoothly sliding
on the limit of your lips, —
your lips are so sophisticatedly,
stepping in the dispute of my heart
that digests tendency's breeze, —
tendency's breeze, an aphrodisiac,
howling without fuss, to ingest you,
inside the goodly bad love of mine