Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

hunger hurts, — especially the hunger for love (yours…) i tried even some courier platforms, — (you weren't on their menus) and i feel as if this longing (for you), it metamorphosed… (into a monster) (like a parasite, jumbles me…) lord how i'd wish this burning gets into you, too

he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it was not what I was looking for, so he took my body's fever by reading my mind 𓇼 skilled, he moved in my phone running in my palms, following the line of my life with the art's attitude, to become the geometry of my passion 𓇼 he learned to moisturize my lips, murmuring incandescent with his degrees in my optical rotation, using like a weapon, the kiss 𓇼 patiently and timed innocently by our passion's chronometer, love lavished us the equilibrium of its sublime echo with high notes