flower… [us, — an infinite playlist]


us, — words hugged in a soft tenderly sound

of the calmness of an extraterrestrial blue
with the perfume of an unheard flower
acting in the color of a rosaline smile
contaminated by love and mutilated
in the garden of your dreams and mine,
where it began, where it all begins, daily
for repeating the most powerful sentence
articulated with eight letters of the alphabet
constructed patiently by you in me to feel you
in my atom and molecule, — an infinite playlist 

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Johnny Stimson │ Horsebeach │ Wesley Jensen and The Penny Arcade
Lonely Benson, Low Talker │ BANKS │ Trentemøller

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