The curve of your eyelashes undresses the god in me and folds me into sinewy layers of desire and then … You grin at my discomfort. Damn you. 
The sea, my faithful lover, undulates my genuine fear and resentment towards shellfish and sharks.

Madness contours your supple lips stifled only by the last unsorted uneased thought-duties to humaness and civility – mother forgive me I am a mere beast behind a faltering rampart.       
Yet, how your thoughts echo mine in the dark gets to me, like a cluster of cosmic woes crowding and questionning  my purity…

While my gaunt silhouette waltz with your light in a bottomless silence, I believe I can see the summer end and myself with exactitude.