The loneliness that haunted us in the mirror

 The loneliness that haunted us in the mirror. To be happy bear. I love you like running water. Brief and I say. Love can't be bad. We have plenty. Generous. They say Alchemy. They use their lips. To silence the sadness. Sometimes they say happiness in the fibers of your body. Beloved in the center of the periphery. Beloved possessed. In the mystery of them. As in you, in your mouth. Lit, sometimes burned. Alchemy of saying. It is on our lips. It is in the soul. All full and replete. A hands full of saying. Beautiful delight of the haunted night. Extreme flavor. The wait rests. Sweet lips of the apple tree. From the belly of his shadow. From the sleep of sweet dreams. All love already repaired.

SubIrrealism in a mirror. Random intratextuality.