Poetry ~ Googolplex of Curves

Lurking in night.
Wonder after satin.
Shall she come.

Look inside closed windows.
Beautiful skin light.
Infinite googolplex of curves.

Bringing erection remorse.

I want to dance.
I want to die.
I want to live each moment…

As if it were our first.

Loving hate heart.
I wonder, ‘is it cursed?’

Peeking at the window of her soul.
Pondering if she’ll cry…