naked… as then — Even now I can call your name as I pen, naked as then. You should read me just the same, shouldn’t you…? Cos apart from that, how you’ll feel the scent, the gaze, the touch, the breath, and the call of my words…? The free words, colored words, and words…

he said to me — his pictures have the tempo of the songs, — because, he said, [that’s what love’s about] [look for ‘em], his visions said, [there is a light, even when every side seems black as night] [a color felt your spirit, flamboyant], he said, [why do you think my camera’s addicted to…] …

furtive — my eyes get moving along with anything displays the night, — (a song, a pic, a story) gazing at it looks like a bazaar of surprises blazing many profiles, (unique, or just so-so) one of ’em seemed as if furtive, it’s stalking me, i even swore were you but what to see it…

in hiéroglyphes — Allo…? Zeus? Pick up the phone, — it’s Me, the goddess of goddesses undomesticated but glorified and loved by you in such a manner that any grammar of any language couldn’t be enough to express it for would-be stumbling in words anointed by saint myrrh of illusion in beatified memories collected in hiéroglyphes that are able to get decoded…

no matter what, each smile shares a story — there’s a smile at the corner of my lungs traversed by the bridge of some memory, when i assumed you breathe in my club, wallpapered into different shades of blue like the sky and sea, and my eyes’ color… there is a smile that strips your shadows bored and rambled in…

compressed in the walls’ intimacy — my blood is like a flood of honey where he, with longing, takes a swim, lustfully, until wolf down my elixir those waggishly, twins monsters, seductive poetized by his tongue’s tip, reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains my body, chiming the atmosphere, elucidates his heartbeats’ contour, cos, driving him crazy makes me…

#haiku #enneadpoet #myUPJNSQ — fugitive angle, — a camouflaged passion, scans, choosing scenic route #haiku #enneadpoet multiplicative, a suffocating longing comes in night’s time span #haiku #enneadpoet maneuverable, on the length of each day’s sky, — imaginations #haiku #enneadpoet ultrapowerful dreams arch to hug everyone having hugely width #haiku #enneadpoet using verses’ spark thru murmurs…

arm to arm with life’s thoughts — in the town that never sleeps, full of matelots and courtesans, i lead my living since forever, [besides the other skills it has]; its gift looks to be the cover-up of everything that’s looking sad; acolytes are the sun, sea, music, [besides town’s fame anatomy]; in the town that never…

(to see what condition my condition was in) — I don’t want anymore our tempo to be interrupted by some outsiders all I wanna listen to is your very coquetted rustles caressing my eardrums everything else, the others can only dream will happen to them, — (it just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in), — …