my love for you, it doesn't sit… 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 grins ⋯ i've a 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 there for you, as i'll be ⋯ doing you as do you like it, versified in my excellency

bizarrely, like a shadow of an idea in the blue moon of your thought, I've appeared without any weight, like a stain of blood, — to be felt any day and ever-more, provoked with least a sophisticated interest, for your mind is a picture untamed and me still intimidated, I dare you to find me in the atlas of your soul