had some drinks


A glass of love, please… 
To not be cloned. 
The bite must be unique. 
Must be full of aroma, 
having character… 
and doubtless, 
the scent of the sea… 
The kiss must have 
the taste of wild fruits 
enriched in florals notes.
A glass of love, please… 
filled with velveted words. 
To not be cloned. 
Must be mysterious… 
Must be similar 
with those whispers which, 
at a tenderly moment,  
we’ve had some drinks
deeply expensive 
in our pink creativity.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
TwoFeet

tell me…


Which’s the one that talked much more about us,
the sound of the day or the sound of the night?
Which’s the name of the night that made us look
gorgeous? But of the day that did it likewise?
Do you still hear whispers of the sun and moon?
But do you remember which one of them pushed us
inside of a dream and which one took us out of it?
What about the gossip of the sky with the sea and
to not forget those of the flowers with butterflies.
Music still has the power to create vertigo for me
despite how l feel. But for you how is it, tell me

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
  
Kisnou │ Parker Millsap