abandoned


If I’d descend from heaven in your eyes like a trail of the moon,
would you delay blinking to not break my ray?
But if I’d be spread from the sky on your lips, with
drops of rain, would I quench your thirst, with this water of mine?
And yet, because the «if», is just a condition of the clause
and the «would», just the main clause, then the answer is simple,
you will be what you want others to be for you, — and me, —
I’ll remain a silent flame in a screamed silhouette… abandoned
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

                                         Isolated │                                             Beth & Joe —  Lullaby Of The Leaves 

Hold you tight!


I woke up with the desire for being infected
with the virus of a positive mood.
So, spread it up! Give it to me! Hold you tight!
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

«drunk as drunk on turpentine from your open kisses, and your wet body wedged between my wet body and the strake of our boat that is made of flowers guided by our fingers and pinned by the sun between solstice and equinox, drowsy and tangled together under the net of our kisses» Pablo Neruda

Carlos Johnson │ Hughes Taylor │ Delta Goodrem │ Raving George&nbsp