[echoes] —

[love’s gravitation] — joy comes when I bite madly out of life, juicy like a peach, filled to the brim, to look like a balloon made lusty sandwich with the body’s bread baked in mind’s jungle, (mine… and his…) happiness is felt when the lips, (mine and his) whistle dementedly thru eyes’ intersection, luring the traffic lights of…

[experiment — who on who/which on which] — If you dunno conquering anymore someone’s heart, — ask ChatGPT; maybe like you, the other person asks the AI what to do to boost you. You want to eat but dunno what, enumerate what’s in your fridge; the bot will do you an instant list or even more, till you are pleased…

[free verse] — I’m lost in the optical illusion, with which you magnetized me and with which, in one way or another, you’ve brightened up best part of me… This is one of my memories from a future, I’m living with right now, (in this present…), — and for which there is no need for justifying…

[free verse] — And comes Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Sunday and again today, — and again I love you. Nor the time, and nor the distance doesn’t change this chemistry, this endless connection between us. Nothing, absolutely nothing can pass through this prolonged and the profound longing that becomes from time…

(Free Verse) — stop; don’t try divine anymore some answers generated for a day of whatever tomorrow if the thoughts slipped out of the brain box but got treated as if they weren’t well-packed; murmured, out of the blue, the wind’s whisper, trying to temper me, melodic… (just a little bit) with the drastic formula…

(free verse) —

[an impulse kind] — slowly, my thoughts’ wings, flap before landing in your senses, — [that’s why you feel some thrill] how I move, it’s an impulse kind that cause you to think of me, — [awol, some think you’re scatty] music you listen to isn’t by hap, isn’t irrational directed to you, — [its…

[in my dreams] — as I did it before, but not knowingly, in your love, I surrender over again; the stars’ nectary are your words and diaphane touch, your perfume; infinite miracles recite your soul and fruity passion, your dreams’ sap; veils of melodies are your chic smile ripened in my thrills, night and…