call me anytime

when i want love, my lungs hear my wish
letting a song be, —
[your hands on my dreaming heart];

in between, another song prepares
your lips on my lips to push me to the stars
[to moan... with mad lust];

adjusted by the light of your eyes,
i'm kissed and wrapped in poetry's empire
[for love is what it is], —

king of your heart and queen of my heart
where i call you and you call me anytime
[at the hour of the abstract art];

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