fever... [high enough]

he doesn't criticize me, —
he improves the moment by kissing my dreams

he doesn't try to change me, —
he hums, amused, by the music dialect of my soul

he doesn't interrogate me, —
he knows to take the answers out of my poetries

he appreciates me as i am, —
he's a ray of the sun kissing my cheeks... my lips...

he's happy murmuring my name
letting himself hugged & hypnotized by my stars' net

he never rushes me, 
he figured out how's the fever of me... [high enough]

he loves getting wrapped in attires of my texts, —
he's an adorable one, roving through my realm's fire

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