somebody new

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

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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