liquid nights

Photo by Edward Eyer on

your thought never knocks at the door of my dreams…
simply gets in, [straight from the night’s road famished of me], —

undressed, — your shadow models me with temptations
oxygenating me in the arrangements of liquid nights… —

our perfume, — [the embers of love], increase our temperature…
you devour me… I devour you… you breathe me… I breathe you…

from google’s navel to specter’s navel, we’re fairy tales
hypnotized in someone’s song from another one’s song, —
dancing on the sun
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco


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