by the river
the rim of your fingertips through my Venus
has the sensory system thirsted for ecstasy,
to emit the Zenith vibrations from your body
and to shape me in an unreal fresh eroticism
somewhere by the river energy of your mind
walk right in
…another poem, — the same you… still, (with my dreams looking for you…) ‧ a new day… trying to corrupt you, it uses an inverted message, — (i'm not missing you) ‧ with you loving me, time conjugates me at stars' snazzy joy, validating my alibis ‧ in all your longings, cabochons' agonies affects drastically, my chronic absence ‧ ingenuous moments walk right in your way, translating bizarrely, all you should perceive