distorting time

the magic tips of his dreams fingers
slipping sluggishly into her heart pocket
caress any carnal curves of her brain
then annihilates any psychic aggression
by sedating her with the vaccine of love
of his longing that burns smoldering

the magic tips of his dreams fingers
slipping sluggishly into her heart pocket
is kissing the platonic texts of her lust
painted by the resolutions of his universe
with a distorting time in a square moon
rolled in a future of an imperfect perfection

and this happens just because
the tips of his dreams fingers are magic...

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