inseparable

could you let the reality get deformed

because — loving me, it's your dream,

and loving you, it's my fantasy with all

my smiles and giggles, synchronized

with any moments since you met me,

also, with all my lack of experience

in waving your thoughts paid with lots

precious attentions in beauty sessions

of your inseparable emotions, coupled

at the ylang-ylang perfume of my soul,

and assimilated with secret's fineness

of a message hidden in the unique taste

of a me‧ta‧xa, explored slowly, to not get

scared the 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