playground

nights fly in sky's geometry,
licking my nerve,
you, to shine like stars,
through my mental picture

polite, from sleep's playground,
you do to me, with
your sensual intents attached
the bedding of dreams

likewise, the days navigate
thru cosmic colors' equation,
justifying why you feel my scent
through your mind trips

consumed with desire for you,
i get intercepted pirouetting,
while my thrills are rustling
in your pulse… (lunatic)

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