how could we know
your love grafted my soul
with surgical accuracy of a kiss
enameled with palladium's gaze
of your bon-ton mannerism
how could i've been predicting
i'm gonna lost in poems, with you
in my mind... flying unseen
while i will carrying... love's torch
how could i've been identifying
my love for you is a flaw,
a sin... which didn't fit anymore
on the skin... of your dreams...
how could you've been framing
how this love works...
nobody knows... (nor you, nor i)
how could we know how it oars