***? Let us not
Love? Let us dream of it
Lust? Let us desire the lust’d
Touch? Let us caress
Espy? Let us gaze
Fathom? Let us know empathy
Rest? Let’s
You? I dare
I? You swear’d
Alone  As I midst this written phase
Howbeit; these ways shown in tru’st light -
Whereon is the sooth’st luxury, merit and substance to things so proclaim as more and all is the span of thus limits
Are we here...truly?

Yet standing by this sudden apology as I not thy sorry foe
Said many but felt plenty if all in that instance
To forbear mine own skin mongst other flesh
Whom shall love me, whom shall...truly?

I, maim’d with your wholesomeness, with your heavenly mien.
Long the soiree of fallen touches, can not a single palm suffice to feel
It comes to mind, the time after the first, we’ve met again.
With your smile, your warmest gaze,
Had I thought you to be beyond my visage.
There you were, touches away.
Upon your moon, the loveliest garb of them all,
‘The array of a thousand rubies’
And patently I could not ignore the art varnished over your feet.
I knew it too well,
The ‘Platinum Guild Stiletto’...by the known Stuart Weitzman
A fair woman in her element, who can contest..?
I approached, with the slim’st valor I had hoped to fade...
If not now, what chance is there after…
This now could not have ever been soothsaid.
Just a night, a man, and a woman.
What may win me this love shall win me eternity…
From this farthest gape to the eyes of span, to caress or so graze your lovest parts
To touch you Evictus, have I unraveled the origin of touch
To taste you Evictus, have I not made one the savour and the desire, the lusciousness and the duende
My love , my sweet’st potion of desire
This love shan't ever fold for I knowst it true. As this great span held by wonder.
Let us pour our lusted parts into the rivers of outness dreams
And see without scope the collateral beauty within ourselves
I can nevermore gamble your precious heart for mere jewels and riches
If ever, I could not bear for our limbs to never interwove in the midst of our coitus
Whenas day is born it'll be still, we will be still- in romance and forth in the tombs of ecstasy

My promis’d love, have me as you would
For an eternity to meet thus time
By your word I stand liege to the feelings not awry
Come with me dear in mine plenty view, I wish you can see what I see in such beautiful spews
O flourish fair maid, flourish
I wot thy glow
As I a man, is but my suave equal to your flare
All I wish, all I dare
...to bask in thy Fenty Beauty.

Soone must come morely close for a man as I  of tim’d depression and despair
Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste
Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust
Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics
...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain
I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more
Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.

O dear’st Baker Chet,
Thy sound nam’d ‘Stella by Starlight’ be the sound of waves of dreams
What a master in master-peace, a masterpiece that canst not ever athwart the beauties of tones and resonance
Nor like a blare who ears canst listen and for thy own if the musics so touches, it shall to all common man
A stellar by starlight, a song like stella
So innerstellar Chet Baker to be, so boundless thus sound so serene

Sore to falseless torture;
The known winged heart thou soar
By side the gap twixt bodies, the being and the pen
Saith by all that sorrow is plentiful, mayhap more than the ruby
Grown truth such growth unknown, canst I but many years later finally rest
As now not ever to seek interest in tales nor alchemy
For materialism our only asset
To be true to nothing, so true to truth.