From the other side of the moon

I love your words.

Thank you so much.

You are the muse of my muse

You are my expectation
my faculty to indulge.
In your thoughts
in your braided words
as reeds of baskets
I surrender...
I get lost...
I am welcomed...
Now, for a moment, for ever...
You are my expectations
and with my desires of you,
of your hands,
your tongue,
your mouths
you live and multiply in my mind
while my volition desperately flap
against language's walls.
I know maybe wait is long
but the dream of you is not over
cause you are the one
who was to come
you are the one who was to paralyze my heart.
You are the world and the house
I have learned to live in.
You are my waiting
my absolute sentiment