the edges of the lack that you do me to dare to repeat again the experience of the impossible

 the edges of the lack that you do me to dare to repeat again the experience of the impossible where love has us and there at a quarter to three of the nights we see each other every first time every first night meticulously hallucinated where we start being the desire of the body of fantasy dilated gaze blurs the images the edge of color on which life smiles at us