Kiss there.
Move the mountains anchoring my land to maladroit waters; those not enervating that churlish thirst of mine as much as resonating its whispers. Replace my missing parts with iridescent kisses, not just to complete me but to miraculously allow something to bloom through those hideous cracks. It doesn't have to be something exquisite, I'd settle with something contumaciously admirable. Explore me as calamitously as you desire, I've always been fixable. Be tender with my nefarious pride, so I can tear you apart lovingly. You know, my survivors didn't walk between the friable walls of my maze, yet through them. The secret is not in drinking the unholy water upon my shores. It's rather in drowning in the baleful depths of my invidious ocean.
For only those who can breathe under those waters would get the opportunity of enjoying the sumptuous vividness of nature beneath. Shuffling the pieces of that puzzle would give you nothing but a deformed visualization of my authenticity. I come as an inexplicable sculpture that you'll find no reason to love from afar. So, touch me, discover the cosmic materials of my being then tell me if you don't enjoy the temerarious tints of melancholy on your skin. I dare you to say the scintillating cynosure of that amaranthine colour staining your skin couldn't ameliorate the pastiche you are into a form of artistry. I shook your land with a furious earthquake, for I admire seeing your walls tumbling and your body trembling when that tingling sensation signs my name on your being. Move with the force of nature and shake the stars off my night sky so I can see you through the duskiness.
Kiss me where my soul hides.
Move me.
