the island

come... — catch out my poetry's nipples
with the island lips of yours
suck out of it... the rain of my emotions
announced in the forecast of love
any dose will transfer in you the energy
from the nest of my stars
the molecular activity of my atmosphere
is gonna erect your hemisphere
our happiness from the present of now
will immortalize any picture falling down 
the vapors of our passion will sign
with pseudo name, — [end of the world]

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