algorithm

— Have you decided on the menu, alien darling?

⋯ I have the algorithm of certain timeless stars
cocooned in warm and velvety sensations
of a careless whisper in an unedited garnish,
anointed with words' flavors, spiced smoochy
in writing's realm, dipped through each slice
of a memory dated by you, me, and deep one

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