repose calls to take a moment for myself, while i love you with the stars on my lips ▫▫▫ with crossed legs, my meditation retells to my starved fantasies, how to hold you ▫▫▫ breathtaking experiences are unleashing my joy's metaphor, written in a future tale ▫▫▫ illustrated so, the upward spiral of my sin, weaves a symphony with hugs and kisses ▫▫▫ as a result, on nights and days' sleeves, a song, (at least), it'll echo in your mind …about me