confession

I like the scent of clean clothes and skin,
and the sweetness of milk too,
a drop sweating down the glass,
or the roundness of the moon,
i like the shimmering waves of hair
and the cuddly wind over dunes too,
i like...
i love your visage and your shape,
the pale blue and the porcelain white on you,
the infinity of your keenness is truth
and all is sensuality to me now
ever
ever since i know you