what I'm looking for
he understood, —
statement of own responsibility,
it was not what I was looking for,
so he took my body's fever
by reading my mind
πΌ
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
πΌ
he learned to moisturize my lips,
murmuring incandescent with
his degrees in my optical rotation,
using like a weapon, the kiss
πΌ
patiently and timed innocently
by our passion's chronometer,
love lavished us the equilibrium
of its sublime echo with high notes
