good lovin' (in the morning)
moon's lusts swarmed
(on beggars' lane)
it wanted to be loved, —
(it succeeded...)
sniffed only a good lovin'
(in the morning)
since then, got deepened
(in my dreams' maze)
i wish
when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of the dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color, infused in my soul's nectar, wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook, to listen to what I wish ⋯ (when I wish), a desire smiles on my lips, and through my eyes, having as watcher, a dream that floats… through your mind
