…bring to me, — sapphire eyes, beautiful nose, flawless teeth, pulpy lips, sublime soul, brilliant mind, perfect coiffure error-free speech, sense of fun, sense of music, athletic body, full of health, gazelle walk, higher than 6 feet, passionate, tender, worker, hygienic, rich, gallant, (with me only), …and an assistant, …and a manual, for being assembling ‧ and just like that, i caught on repeat this epitome from the universe, but as it was expected, it forgot to notify about the most significant aspect, to refer to gender

my soul roams into a realm where the lavender blooms; it craves to devour its odor for it could inhibit a thought skilled at inducing longing ‧ and as my thought migrates in the province that buzzes with velvet purple whispers, i'm serenaded by the breeze of times, lost in hypotheses ‧ and here and there, untamed, my sentiments romp joyfully into the soul of my sensation sealed with the kiss's scepter of an illustrator, i never met

…he's someone who's not him but him, the kind of one nobody could imagine ‧ …he jumps and lands with fatal oomph into a mind, upgrading all the fancies ‧ …he's more, far more, than the sky sees, serving in full as one omniscient persona ‧ …he is… who's not… he's not… who is… he's one who no one's ever sure will be ‧ 100% forever, lured in a dreamy dream, tenderly sealed into an end-of-summer