give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

Under the influence of the moon's breeze, You, — ʸₒᵤ•you•ʸᵒᵘ,

you metamorphosed me to be the whispers of stars,

properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me

look like a tableau vivant out of your preferred shade

in the abstract, as if we're meant to be metaphysical as one.

Under the influence of the moon's breeze, your incantations

appears organized, whenever, wherever, and in any way,

provoking me to create additional names to love — our love.

Under the influence of the moon's breeze and of its charisma,

I invoked dreams' power to lure you inside my unpredictability

for your name is now — give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain.