tigress
furtive, your sleep, sneaked in my bed
kissing my eyes, (to dream with you)
and I feel and burn and I hear and live
and I see I'm predestined to love you
me, docile like a tigress, you, epidemic,
me, phased, you, make‧me‧feel‧so‧good
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