maybe it was only for a glimpse,
but the dream of you was so aesthetic,
like seeing the stars sit among luna,
you ease my mind like a daydream,
putting my mind at peace even during,
the most hurtful of hurtful evenings,
you have me relaxed and stargazing,
about the wonders of the fondness,
of your love and your bosom,*
until the moment arrives,
were all time stops, and we osculate,
until I open my eyes and waken,
and wait for my aspiration,
of another beautiful woolgathering,
of having your passionateness,





*the security and intimacy of or like that of being hugged