the joy
morning sun's vapors slid romantically through my ajar window to energize my being tenderly, they whispered to feel inside me some gold sensitiveness whose howl waits for me the sky pulverized the joy transpired in the sub rosa talent of a city where once i loved to be (it smiled a memory at me anguished by an unmanageable desire with fangs and husky voice) (it unleashed into my mind the taste and wildish passion of someone never met but deeply felt) (it arched my every inhibition by caressing the neckline of my imagination a domineering untrue kiss)