i know it's good
the morning got lightened right at the estimated time, having the framed taste of your planned smile for me 𓇼 even so, I have to complain, cos your kiss arrived later, — unpredictable as always, and again, with a different flavor 𓇼 somehow, you were cosmic, making me talk celestial while my body took the shape configured by your hands 𓇼 on the basis of your will, carved by a superb dream full of unforeseen incidents you knew I know it's good 𓇼 both of us, naivety metaphor in the vestment of memory, creating daily a spectacle while we hum the day's refrain
