The meadow of night,
and the herd of whiteness:
moon, translucency and your teeth!
The milk of your kisses
gushing in my bones!
The silk breezes of your breaths,
and the wetness
of the sea!
The murmur of the waves
and the gasping
of the silence!
I was immersing in you,
a bottomless distance inwards.
I dreamed to drown in,
to dissolve my consciousness,
but instead,
I was brought back to the shore of life,
I was sculpted back to the time
rather to the timelessness,
-to the time curved creature
on your niche,
rather to a set of wings
in omnipotence-
but instead,
I sprung in the wet kissing lips.
but instead
I
seeped
inside the blooms
like the morning dews.
