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];