flashback


pleasant emotions
flood spontaneously
like a dandelion in the spring
hungered lips on soft lips,
so good… — so-so, again
as much real as the unreal
composing a mood painted,
sung, dreamt, and spoken
in the contagious language of gods
and the spirit of goddesses
flourishing inside of you
an afternoon experiment;
and another, and another, and
I, clearly have chosen to be
a flashback, — you, addict
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Fujiya & Miyagi