what I'm looking for...

Fate by Anthony Hinchliffe
he understood, —
statement of own responsibility,
it's been not what I'm looking for...
so he took the fever of my body
reading my mind

skilled, he moved in my phone
running in my palms
following the line of my life
with the art's attitude to become
the geometry of my passion

he learned to moisturize my lips
murmuring incandescent with
his degrees in my optical rotation
using like a weapon, the kiss

patiently, and timed innocently
by our passion's chronometer, —
love lavished to us equilibrium
in a sublime echo with high notes
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
Ryan Innes

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply