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];