A wonderful simulation of love
— the hot-blooded woman
who c raves love and bitterness;
does/do-dove flutter wings?
(more and more like voices dying)
and i am so each reason for
love always.
Must be a strange excitable
ritual that shelters fear.
But you, you are simply my
own blindness. Yes, it does,
it remains and keeps me
out of your momentarily ‘IF’
I were invited to attend.
I am so happy to be strangely
excited to be here in your realm
of a Kingdom that hands a heart
(love speaks my life) love
but you are so alone I
should invite you (i deeply
appreciate filling in the gaps)
in uncharted territories and
and i think it would be nice
to go away. . . into the night.

:: 11062015 ::