By The Way

the perception, me, you, the disappearing action yet my disappearing action isn't your perception, but a speck of miraculous dust out of the universe called love, a hereditary molecule from my DNA combined with the essences of all good addictions in encoded information just to tingle your spine

Is it too harmfully to your lungs to inbreathe the air full of my love stretched out inside you? Is it too harmfully to your eyes get gazing in mine, while my kisses are spreading inside you? Is it so harmful to your liver to dive in my smile when you're so hidden in the Eden of my mind? Is it so necessary for you to make a heart transplant knowing already that's no longer yours but mine?