forever from now

your heart, beyond any doubt, it's illiterate, —
otherwise, what excuses I should find for it,
(forever from now), — when it conjugates
at imperfect, love's verb, as if it adores to
watch me blazing in the beam of a sunset,
when my body is pampered and blanketed
with the shadows of your kisses, — entirely
out of control, in searching for more, devoted
to a perpetual exploring, (where's my girl ؟?).


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