oh, you little one...

oh, you little one, —
you look as if you'd been
in the house of wolves
composed

or else, why, adequately,
to play intimate strategies,
just to occupy my thought
with yours

or both minds
to be equally preoccupied
to taste the whispers
of one to the other

or both mouths be guided
by the magic drops
of a soundless honey
into the cosmic reveries

or else why love is sculpted
into the stars by the stars
exactly as I'm here you're there,
so-so passionately, dreaming

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs