sweet… k

separated by a rectangle
we’re approached by music;
at the evening hours, 
synesthesia it’s you, it’s me
and a glass of red wine
a song floats through us
balancing errorless
our thoughts majestically
not in vain, we graduated
the course of language
…tenderly love
in endless sweet colors,
we’re blooming joy;
I am, [lost-in-your-love]
you are, — [K]
Cigarettes After Sex │ Colyer

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