music calibrates perception

your thought never knocks at the door of my dreams…
simply gets in, [straight from the night’s road famished of me], —
naked

undressed, — your shadow models me with temptations
oxygenating me in the arrangements of liquid nights… —
multiplied

our perfume, — [the embers of love], increase our temperature…
you devour me… I devour you… you breathe me… I breathe you…
untamed

from google’s navel to specter’s navel, we’re fairy tales…