way up


For Your Eyes Only 🎨 Stefan Kuhn
a thought of mine gets way up
to the satellite on your sky, —
suspective, in the sky of yours
it is late, — it is infernally late…
perceived is a tremored whisper
on my skin written with your lips
it’s the mysterious tale about us,
two lovers swing smoothly together
preoccupied with nothing else
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 un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Kampweek

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