Are inscriptions through all your dreams that dream about me. They're written in the language of love utilizing the alphabet of heroes and saints, together to bloom through any appearance. Any self of me with any self of you transformed us into poems just to run from story to story created by the fruitfulness of your hallucinations which visualize me. Memories are seen even from the first picture. So extravagantly your love rocks, magically sheltered in the carrying stars to where you are...

You showed me the bright face of your air , but I, I've felt it shining just on your obscurest side . A   mind 's   borderline voice burst forth inside me. Hopes, entwined, got held tight on both fronts. In the dark in the light, panting and shivering for an idea drawn in the whispers of our spirit. I assumed I did my best, I assumed you did too, but something used all  octaves more than once. In a split second, you were lured inside a vortex . Shift to reverse implied your action at a midnight . Light of abandon in a  lilac wine  was your trophy, [sweet – heady – unsteady], as far as this love is…