Did we taste too much out of too little
of what we offered us by chance, or just
too little has remained out of too much
when both of us together, we piloted
our demented love into the supernatural?
Questions many, coming and going out,
but answers will be found exactly when,
the nightfall has the rendezvous with
the sweetness of the dew, while the day
begins when the night it is young still…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
begins when the night it is young still…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Tribal Blood