beyond my window is you talking with heaven know whom but looks as if you're talking with me in an irrational dialect, radiating so, in your eyes, the entrance towards my soul beyond you is the moon, — the window toward dreams, where some dogs bark to guard fancies' sheepfold by some stars that lurk if you talk with I don't know whom but looks as if you're talking with me beyond these hazy thoughts is a porcelain tome which tries your imagination to ask yourself if you are the one who's beyond my window, barking like a dog, guarding fancies' sheepfold, lurking with the stars for love in my eyes

kiss of sweet dreams, – a tableau painted with non-toxic crayons crayons are your lips biting mine arousing the bestial lust... inside inside i want to feel you, profound sonnet, recital, tender mega sound