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

Tribal Blood