i (understand that which you try to obscure) wish (for everything, but mostly your (fool that i was to underestimate) dilation) i (love the silhouette (you sink me in) more than i can (if you let me) say) was enough (of the pity, the (sweetness of your arcane transgressions) recovery) for (the dimensions of desire you’ve solely (& no doubt languished over) trapped me in) you