My "Desperate Kingdom of Love"

My “Desperate kingdom of Love”? Where is it? In their bodies? Or in my body? In their muscle? In my tears? In their passion? In their time? In my fucking time? Possibly in my decisions, my fools and express decisions, definitely when I walk in the sand with toxic substances on my blood, When I’m alone in home drinking, smoking and listening my music because I can drink, smoke and listen the music; When I keep one secret in the deep of myself, when I keep my lovers and nobody knows them, when I keep sad moments and nobody knows what happen, when we sing alone together, when my fingers remember how touch your body, definitely when my fingers remember how stroke your muscle, when my compromise run and run way, when my strong and shaking experiences belong to you, when my pulse change every time as your pulse change every moment , definitely when your lips sing beautiful sighs, when your mind are on my mind, when I ask me what’s Love?, when I know who I’m and then… I’m death.