blow up a rainbow

your G is kissing my soles

moistening them intensely;
the sky changed my coiffure
making my curls look like rain;
the wind, sprightly and leisurely
gazes at me astonished;
and then, you blow up a rainbow
using the magic dust of fairies
tattooing me with your love;
un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ


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