A Planetary Playground For Her To Explore In

This morning, When the sun slid through the crack in the curtain Bouncing off your rounded crystals I became an idiosyncratic particle As my mystic's name pounded my undefined art. This woman, within my orbit, Clipped to my grasp - A constant sentient I moan with In a provocative cloud of breath Floods as a luxury With alphabet thirsts And emotional reasons of hope. I'm engaged to her lectures, Nights faint with her arrival And whatever ploys that I emerge with, Is known as a planetary playground for her to explore in.