here I am, all wet… rains of your lust fall in despite, pathing the motions of your psyche anesthetized and seduced by rays of my moon, so fascinated and mesmerized by the chimes of stars and yet so poisoning in your syrupy blood, that's able to invoke me to listen to your callings, as if I am a vampire metamorphosed under your spell

the obscurity of life kept me absently in an unwanted profound melancholy ∙ your moods, into the harvest moon,  acceded to sail through me, serially, (title by title), (edition by edition), (one by one), intensely murmuring inquiringly, (at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams‽) ∙ in a flash, — (too timid and nonplussed), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and till we'll reach the soil, it will not be quite enough time to tell you to tell me... ∙ (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)