Fingers and elbows everywhere
yourself looking what's in the stars
aspects known and unknown.
I could make a poem for your eyes
but would this be enough for your hair?
For your eyes I'd go
even though I'd been there
a place forgotten already?
How do I know this is true?
For your mouth I will see if you'd kiss
not stop kissing I would remember you
no such thing as stopping looking no sense.