With a flick of the wrist, envisioning twists.
It's the essence i miss, not the visiting nymphs,
who inflict their indecisions with provocative lips.
Indescribable intentions almost instantly miss
(while a kiss could be prescribed and be pretentiously true).
In it's festering place, but wanting to be infested by you.
The arrest of the moon professed the rest of the move.
Stars confessed they were roofs, ..as if i hadn't found proof..