disposition

know my disposition first ....  
a language lost like dead tongues  
the lost blood in your lips ....  
desperate to feel serenity ....  
to know i am the man lost in your solitude .....  
calling to meet you between  
my thirst & desires, your quench & commodities ,  
for this polar opposites between us ..  

in infinite ends of the female light ....  
more than what i can take ...  
to hear a laughter  
evict the hollow space  
announcing you’re back ...   
to welcome the morning glory ....  
the warmth from within you  
without a rendezvous....  
without any shame  
to help me feel more than this ....