i want to tell you, that you are a magic.
the rumination of my eyeless hopes and dreams flashed before the death of the night glimpsed over us. the beginning of the sun's peak is the faultless inscription of your discernable tidal rushes. it reaches, it embraces, it takes over, it returns, and it dwells on.
you captivate the cosmos like a devil's advocate that belongs to the flames of sodom and gomorrah.
and on the moon, where you put me rent-free, abandoning the loyalty of misery beyond my feet; one that you always tell me to relinquish altogether. there we reside to count the stellar and trace the specks of dust on each other's holy carcasses like we were speaking braille.
teaching me how to daydream, the gaping serenity of wonderous wanderer grows beneath my ribcage. it grows, and it thrives, and you light its flame alive.
and just like the faultless embodiment of water, whose tides are tied to the refuge of the moon. with my pen, i promise to make you deathless. the portrayal of love nourishes and seeks your devotion, and to you, i submit.
roma | the whiff of the gleaming night sky