touch


with a stubbornly and
a persistent illusion,
properly manipulated
by you,
a known and unknown
creature,
which loves
to be felt where is
unexpected,
while plays and serves
simultaneously,
my smile out of a glass
filled with
a magical liquor
made carefully
to touch you
right at the present
of your thoughts
out of the past
among the future of mine
is our reality
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Trixie Whitley