methodically domesticated, my smile hides inside yours as a brief phase of passion, fed by somebody new that's posting on music platforms, letting us slip into each other, ingesting us bit by bit, while we're trying not to crush love or correct it with our longing • methodically domesticated, yet, timidly, aching for a kiss, it's a verse in the waiting area of dreams that make us look like a toy, gently manipulated by thoughts without antidote for some sentiments, camped in our lustful gazes, victimized like emigrants toward nowhere • methodically domesticated, we're like an exhibited tableau where some look at it with envy, and others with admiration, but we don't care because we know we're safe in a poetic frisson of my smile hidden inside yours as a brief phase of passion, fed by that something new