tchin-tchin — (one more kiss...؟‽ 🥂)

At this hour like that,

the gentleness of the wind flows over me.

The whole universe loves me. And… (again),

my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… —

(carefully...), —

I've combined a feeling with a word, which

contains much more philosophy than usual,

using the magic power of some incantation

and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, —

a kind of… quiet and good-natured, (؟‽) —

a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) —

a kind of… honest and open, (؟‽) —

a kind of… pompous and mischievous, (؟‽) —

a kind of… mute and stubborn, (؟‽) —

(while all together maintain

the scent of my bohème beauty,

wrapped kindly...), (in one's mystery...) (؟‽).

Those things created some connection,

allowing me to make a trip on a route

that seems not to be similar but rather

meticulously updated, facilitating a story

already lived and felt next to someone,

which even if it isn't versed enough,

influences all facets of emotional factors

that make substantial differences...

(one more kiss...؟‽) 🥂

That certain booze, (patiently...), has become

much more smoothly and extra friendly,

enough to offer us the miracle of a dream

with the flavor of some happy moments... —

also, of some sensations that could freeze

the space and time into an unending moment...

𓇼

(not for nothing

–'the ugly'–

doesn't exist anymore)

(someone took care to erase

all of its avatars

by pushing 'em away from us)

𓇼

Now, we can be found at the picturesque address

having the number, — (colors) —

having the doorbell, — (sunny waves) —

having the level, — (musical breath) —

having the distinctive signal, — (love) —

while all at once are successfully incriminated

for using the only one valid password, — (m·e·y·o·u)

tchin-tchin! santé🥂