Something familiar ive never seen before.
Beats the doubt of me.
In a shape of a gun
In a mili wink of duration
Pulls
And guts.

Its what you spoke
Not everything that shines is gold
In the minimum intention
I foresake the days of luxury
And withdrew
In a blow of a kiss.

My energy could never
Illustrate the thoughts of
What you mean to me
In its emense originality.

swiver and chiver
Deeper and deeper…

Your hands, lips and eyes
Skin, scent and taste
Danced for the last time
In my brain.

I’m venom
With a Montague name.
Opposing…
Tender
Undeserved miracle.
Created by everything I’m not
Precious and out of this dimenstion.
You are
You are.