phyche of my soul

My precious being
My soul of soul
I never had had you
but I miss you so.

Imaginary novas
are extensively turned on
This chemistry of us
is all that they want.

Archives of euphoria
may never be shared
Their sweet melancholia
would make the world quake.

You're the brightest star
in my weird astral map
a narrative foreplay
aesthetically wrapped
that holds beneath pain
encountering love
but what shall remain
is the psyche of all

The soul of my soul
is what you call self
he may think he's alone
but he knows very well
every distant whisper...
every time I praise...
every time a kiss glistens
on your vibrant face
and declares body authority
as response to the lips
with some helping of gravity
paces towards the hips