Hold Me To Me

Well,
in my arms
in my tired embrace
let your imagination deceive us

For the sake of the warm frames of longing
moaning, sounding sweet
sigh too
creak

Crawling
all my voices
night mirror moncoret
with your white lightning syahdumu

And I want to look at you
to moan cold
from kesyahduan
drizzle-night

White
it feels
warm-nails cold night
humming doubts spread

Rellect your thongs
bury your beautiful spark
tomorrow is gone
fog