Days are booked for awe where deepest desires spoon and fork
One hurts your peace sweet racing heart glacing moan of yearning
The other hurts what you love from films of thrilling affairs
There in a world where time is inspired by high-power eyes
There where time has lost its patience in duets of insufficiency
During activation of anticipating dream of touring bosoms
On scents of trapped visibility and invisibility
Seven in a shot of short threes as trees in fantasies of their soils
Sole days tap paradise hitting towns of reset souls
Sails of time with the celestial tender lanes of flashing eyes.
Down willing hold of old sugars and new creamy details
Owning one walk for life long-lived only to begin with hash strings
Each clock embraces perception of blooming morning
Every night of favour of stars and affection of the moon
Even East turning in two traces trekking mutual soils.
Dates like people, up for reputation of roses, touch, and intoxication
One strung for young springs in dew of deep truths
Day by day I swim in the sea of lonely people
Daring darling puzzling pieces of thousands of arts of love
Done in critique of ratios of good times in ununderstandable days.
Depths bury me deep in the Universe you hide
Only in middle of fathoms to phantom each island of Love
I know where dreams head for the crows of crowds
In every street filling lonely hearts to the brim painting rosy cheeks
Inns of promises tap keys of alpha heads.
Duplicate footsteps lead simple seas of reflections
Oh, beyond colours of skins, scents of vision
Love melts icy souls to awe of lovers of lost time
Lost in shaken spaced beats, I drank darkness out of plastic mugs
Love in the moon's brain beams for right reasons beyond kisses.