when longing transfers my needs, others new longings lie down again, 'cause you inked on my smile's skin every detail you adore about me ‧ across the borders, in elixir 's truth, you are in my mind, even if i think you bizarrely vanished (a little bit), wrapped into a shushed juncture ‧ but what to see, you're hunting me, sipping with lust my drunken dreams that dance freestyle in a desire's room, while you kiss me, while i touch you

I will read in your palm the future. It's enough to put your hand on the side of my heart, to hear my life's pulse, articulating your whispers, syllabified tenderly with my fingertips on your lips. Confused? You expected me to profess chiromancy? You forgot? I told you, — (remember I'm poetry) in today's music's intestines, using niche, — (high alert), camouflaged in your sigh, — (honey-babe, don't be late).