let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us, or just let's watch ourselves, at each other, to feel together how often love kissed us... [it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring]; ‧ let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep of my blues using a poem without uttering love's words, lusts, and longings, but only be felt in the emotional charging of your cells; ‧ let your chromosomes' fragrance spread up, tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups, placed in my dreams among time and space with the noise of verses moaning your name ‧‧‧ [whispered at my soul's roots, once again, – the spring]