i get you

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles,

i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs,

i have the morning stars moaning in the greens,

i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody,

i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly,

[and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad

of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem

and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me