waves of devotion
I feel as if I am a fragment from a film where you couldn't wait anymore, too frightened to not lose the longing in a semantic stuff of my sins, piled up by your focused eyes in a lens image. ‧ I feel as if I am a split, of not if, but when the sea's foam and the deep blue beads of your sidereal sign will stir the fondness while waves of devotion for all I am are treasured and felt in your body… et Γ’me.