you... be love

it's again that hour when your soft kiss
slips gently in my bedding waking me up
in a dream out of a dream to a dream
camouflaged in tender thoughts of yours
bathed by the moonlight in the sea-foam
with scandalous touches that are tamed
to tempt you, be love in a paradox of art
Billy Raffoul

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply