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.
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