nostalgic in beauty sealed — I’ve placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you’ll want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you mapping to you a magic party… invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, so nostalgic in beauty sealed…

symptoms confirm — it begins with a tiny tingle in the throat, provoking you to get a counterbalance by taking out of you some oddly noise, while your body contorts itself, intense in standard terms, the cough’s installed, the eyes shed out some lordless tears, and from the sinuses trickle salty drops which your hands wish……

depicting the ember — your moment of happiness when it happens, looks like the joy of some very young goats playing and grazing in your soul’s meadow for nothing can’t fit on your earth and sky with the lovely sequelae of your happening the buds of all your vibrations, stitch in time any emotion, making…

spiced like magic — lady autumn arose out of the blue, bearing its ghostly air with impregnated frosty scents, able to change the leaves’ colors and shapes in its mystery, showed its revelation by trying to concoct plausible reasons for activating my lazy ass, fine adjudicated in some dreams, mixed with smoky music and bittersweet flavor of my…

in your celestial eyes — I’ve let myself drift through the poems of the sea and the blueness of some pianissimo sounds I got in delirium, surfing in their whirl, dreaming to see what you saw through any groggy dream I have shimmered thru all hazes and archipelagos of stars’ winter, hid carefully in your celestial…

a poem’s connection about me and you… — because is today, and my words are mixed with flavors of your wild sky, stuffed with lovely tiny little things brought stealthily by a wind’s breeze, spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers with threads of the grass, trod gently, enough to feel a poem’s connection about me and you… lovely pretty boy who loves me entirely and…