inseparable
could you let the reality get deformed
because — loving me, it's your dream,
and loving you is my fantasy with all
my smiles and giggles, synchronized
with each moment since you met me,
also, with all my lack of experience
in waving your thoughts, paid with lots
precious attention in beauty sessions
of your inseparable emotions, coupled
at the ylang-ylang perfume of my soul,
and assimilated in the secret's fineness
of a message hidden in the unique taste
of a me‧ta‧xa, explored slowly, to not get
scared some kiss that's been longing a lot
for our lips to talk fluently in lust's dialect
vibing into the all-undivided parameter
found in the mage of watermelon sugar,
winded in the torrential love chemistry