though you speak strawberries and icecream with a little confetti and a pink sunbeam.
your words can easily break my heart.

I could shout about you some puns that no one would understand, but that’s not what poetry’s about.
in syllables you can notice the completion or the drought, you could always doubt whether I’m writing from the heart or writing my mind out.
Truth  is, I’m using them together so you receive these words with a light but warm impression like a leather feather.
However each crumb of each phrase accumulates, eventually to the back of our heads to create that inevitable sensation of a guilty abandonment.
receive these words without worries and build these incomplete memories that in due course will complete you.

With aggression, straight forward not a single hint. What we had was legendary but definitely not innocent.
It was magnificently significant, and you were a participant in that scintillant ****** expression.
The look that cleared my defilement core. the one you adore.