my love for whole of you, it doesn't rest… it grows ⋯ all your lures and games are shipping me to sin ⋯ you do me hunger… you do me thirst… ⋯ and with all that, my kiss, it intuits your grin precisely ⋯ i have sly gift of seeing you when you hate being seen ⋯ my dream is my cat-sleep savored by you, — deep ⋯ i'm your most coveted wish, my demons do you wildish ⋯ like a fairy , i defy gravity , — i am for you, as i'll be still ⋯ doing you as do you like it, versified in my excellency

my blue night has the disorder's smell and the perverse silence even when the voices are heard in metaphoric algorithms… — [and that’s so frenglishly cynical…] lucky me because I’m beauty’s miracle, — a performer even in the sun even in the shadow attracting butterflies and Kolibri transcending above any fears, making darkness charming fire with any of my joys… emanated

Like a child of the moon , I'm meandering myself in a culture that you're sharing each day, framed into a square, so attentively and so devoutly, and also visible everywhere where an energy wheezes. Makes me feel as if I get you as I got you on me, orienting proudly the mask of your love , marked smoothly and tactlessly by a muse for me by you.

(… I love you) ‧ I love you with any gram of my innocent soul and any cadence of my imagination ‧ I love you with any degree of my body and any liter of my blood ‧ I love you with any magnetism of my thoughts and any second of my existence ‧ I love you with any light's intensity of my nerves and any pressure of the fear ‧ I love you with any climax of my fantasies and any authentic explanation ‧ I love you with any composition of my smiles and any irreproachable manner ‧ I love you zigzagging incoherently, thinking to stay to get back to the one who loved me ‧ …in any metric system of the entire me, — (… I love you)