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)

Like a child of the moon , I'm meandering myself in a culture that you're sharing each day, framed into a square, so attentively and so devoutly, and also visible everywhere where an energy wheezes. Makes me feel as if I get you as I got you on me, orienting proudly the mask of your love , marked smoothly and tactlessly by a muse for me by you.