he understood, —
statement of own responsibility
it was not what I’m looking for…
so he took the fever of my body
reading my mind

skilled, he moved in my phone
running in my palms
following the line of my life
with the art’s attitude to become
the geometry of my passion

he learned to moisturize my lips
murmuring incandescent with
his degrees in my optical rotation
using as a weapon the kiss… —
together to find equilibrium
in a sublime echo with high notes

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Ryan Innes