breathe…


even if
our love use the omerta’s code;
even if
thrills and rhythm of our hearts
in our beauty is in perfect accord;
even if
we breathe exactly as we exist
from dawn till when the night is over;
even if
the longings slide in our meridian
with tender kisses delish-succulent…
as if, — ‘even if’
it’s a vector asking the other
if our passion increased irrefutable
©un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
TwoFeet │ Fleurie │ Lord Huron