Consequence

My philophobia 

loves to be vanquished,

each time the black mole 

on your lips winks

at my inquisitive eyes. 

The inner phobia, 

when summons for retreat, 

your Celestial face coaxes my greed to muse on you, 

without bothering for the consequences.

O'My lapis lazuli, 

forgive the delinquent in me, 

who is enchanted with your shine, 

aspiring to make you 

the lodestone of his life.