Signals, fragments and
pieces of it of which
I am aware, the world
arranged through my eye filters

to a living area, I do
need nothing more
to exist, and to love
you as my dearest

Because if I had more receptors
you would occupy me even more
paralyze and devour me
Fortunately everything is measured

not too much or too little
with adapted diseases
to every deviation, if
my love does not keep its bounds

blindly thinking to see
who you are, my
whatever, dreamt
to my supposed needs