When I fall asleep,
My soul no longer keeps
Track of your eyes,
When they mesmerize
And leave me burning
In anticipation.
Our passion
Is a global invention,
We can fix it by means
Of a deep immersion
Into a fancy blown out
Of proportion.
A golden ratio
Of your righteous and excruciating look
Is the main page
Of an endless
Emotional book.
Our pleasure
In the distance
Is the feeling of unity
Of our inner solar systems.
Distant pleasure
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