Our burnt palms ...

There are some aspects of love which just  can be find in the right palm and the fingers.
Some aspects like changing the gear while your hand is in hands, something like trying to put your dress on while you can't help patting her, something like trying to sweep his tears with your palm while he is tightly in your arms.
There are some aspects of love which are not present in my fingers, in my right palm. Which won't be.
But I am still able to text you. But I will embrace my phone intensively in my fist for minutes to receive your message. But I will keep touching its screen with my fingers to preserve it bright, so I'd be able to read your text for the 100th time.
I may not able to take your chin in my fingers, I may not be able to send a kiss from my palm for you in a crowd right now. But I will send you a star in my text. I'll surround you my moon with all the stars I have hidden in my lips.

to your eyes

I have got a knight tough me what is tender,
epitome of warmth, truly bold and clever.

I have got a knight makes my heart shiver,
with straight black hair dancing over his shoulder.

Melting in his arms I've found the health,
I've gone down the fever.

Beyond all fantasies, his fanciful eyes glitter,
the eyes of my knight, nights and days, forever.

Let's settle the mare

There is something in the concurrency of patience and desire. Something in the similarity of your breathing and my beating rhythms. There is something in the combination of light and darkness in my heart, in the dim and vivid spots dancing on the angles of your sweet face while you are swinging freely.
There should be something in my obscure dreams filled with threatened insecure eye of mine, fooled with warm accepting arms of you. There must be something hidden in my wet_of_crying flushed_of_laughing adorned face.
Solve the bitterness of all these ambiguities. Cease this frustration. Change this problem to an invertible function, in which your smile equals mine, my eyes equal yours.