visions of my own


preferred color, —
the touch of yours
in words combined
from music brought
by susurrus of muses
to allow me to say, —
your touch resembles
the whisper of angels,
delicately manifested
into a part of me,
where is impossible
to oppose resistance
but only to create
visions of my own,
with increased passions
for making you feel
as if I’d be everywhere
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Freeborne