2.

what a roaming delirium
we are drowning in,
enveloped by the fragrant melodious harmonious 
toxic weather — that which does
remind me of your lips
and the way they smell

when you stand behind an
opened door.

O! Delirious nature of Destruction.
Whisper the many colours of 
the dreams you had
into my ear
                    when i’m not 

         looking;

i know what it means
to want,
everything and nothing.
i don’t want 
that. i will give the 

Universe everything back just
to touch smell kiss

& entice you with me.