you’re my perfect paramour, you’re my partner, you’re my cavalier, you’re my charming armour,
you are the moral between the maps of your lips, you are the measurement from hip to hips,
you are for me but am I for you, as dust doth lift in sun-light
ignite inamorato ignite, and hold me tenderly but mysteriously like the night
as you are me as I am you
but you, I, me we are all but the same today I am I but yesternight I was you.
–I have deliberately avoided the use of punctuation and grammar to show the originality of my thought process, uncut and clean poetry which has been typed without much correct thought. I feel it shows a type of uncensored thoughts not hidden with the usual poetic devices.