your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams

by feeling in need of me, or showing yourself to me, — it's not forbidden but just interpreted to be a sign of weakness for your favorite discipline, — indifference, which displeased, accuses you, while the blue attitude of the ocean confirms, — I could swear you already heard it syllabicating pianissimo, — I'm not that kind of the sweetest perfection to whom someone can insist on

I know your name… It dawns every  morning in my thoughts… but I do not say it aloud, too terrified that the poetry you are with its fragile cat's paw, it'll fall apart somewhere, not where I wait ‧ I know your name… I whisper it daily, enough to not destabilize the chemistry of us… but also, — me to not be somehow incriminated for my mind bears you deeper than the eye can see ‧ I know your name… I know y'know I know a bit extra than some