it is afternoon; I’m reading your words
written with the ink of your molecules
they drip daily, drop by drop, joy, hope,
love [that motley exciting DNA of yours…]
passed just a few minutes… — I smile…
don’t you feel our friendship as a gift?
with you is spring; is May… chirp of birds
is the mood of first love… I breathe it…
taste of strawberry love… obsession…
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
aretworb by Ty Wilson • Spring & First Love
