waves of devotion
I feel as if I'm a fragment from a film where you couldn't wait anymore, too frightened to not lose the longing in semantic stuff of my sins, piled up by your focused eyes in a lens image. 𓇼 I feel as if I'm a split, of not if, but when the sea's foam and the deep blue beads of your sidereal sign will stir fondness with the waves of devotion for all I am treasured and felt in your body et âme.
