Lovely

She who gave me words? - Miriam...

In despise of nonsense,
Or in agreement to relentless relativism,
The very ground beneath my feet
And those little blessing lips
Are just connective and plumbeous.

For, even now,
When any lovely love,
Or loved lovely heart
Of yours and mine
Are just too much away
From each other's skin.

And joining this frictions
Of literal lovelies
Maybe we could handle
Some tensions
And thoughts
Of desperate hunger
And wishes
Of craving force

Might I shut my arms around
When there you'd been inside,
Right now,
'Cause we are lovely back and forth;
And we are lovely back in deed.

How come?
I simply mustn't know,
But so it is...