Move onwardly,
My dear,
Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,
If not understood first.
So dream abruptly,
Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,
But let it frighten your soul.
Speak wildly,
My dear,
You mustn’t maintain a thought,
Breed words that jump quite far,
and further even then.
See less,
Feel often,
Forget.
How can I process these emotions,
When the world seems but amiss,
And it happened as your lips touched mine,
And we formed them in a kiss.
I thought butterflies would sparkle,
Against the summer night,
I take my coffee sweet,
It's less bitter on my taste,
It takes a little honey,
And a dash of milk to make.
If I love you were the last words that would roll upon my lips,
Would they find themselves an alter,
As you kissed my fingertips?
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