next to me
the flashbacks are vibrating pandemonium in my soul, —
[feel you next to me…]
my thoughts are monopolized by your thoughts, —
[delightfully], [as usually...]
you're moaning... —
[while suavely, my lips are planting on your lips my name];
I'm your unique muse, —
[once I'm called, I appear like a verse in your dream];
picture to picture, the fantasies gush forth, —
[in your convoluted lascivious hypostases that I am...]
energy
temptation,
heart,
time,
day,
night,
tones,
love
while flashbacks are vibrating metaphorically in my soul,
asking, — why... why you're just a poetry...‽