It’s just you, —
as if you’re the only option.
Your soul is caught
in the settings of my dreams.
My gallery is full of you,
natively sweetly brute.
It’s just you, —
my lust and… — bonjour…
(memorized at messages
in short sentences,
conspiring with
sensitive caprices
and skills at any call…)
j’imagine l’amour avec toi…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Moonlight Breakfast │ Train │ Vendredi sur Mer
