sparks

instead to love me,

you adore to dream of me...

[...i'm your sleepless nights]

⋯

quietly, my mind's nails

are scratching your soul's wound, 24-7, —

my name's your blood type

⋯

your imbecile thoughts

rove on my emotions' skin, —

you haven't chance to cure

⋯

...the night's fine ankle,

shows itself at the same hour,

bringing romance scent

⋯

...i rouse you suavely, —

don't speculate anything, —

i'm 404 love, – your risk

⋯

i'm sparks, – [in your wants],

[i'm the smile, – framed on your lips], —

[i'm your wet whisper]

⋯

spoke from shelves, a book,

with no kryptonite but charms

invoked with, — [tales' spell]