torch // flame

aesthetic of his dream, —
I am

the epicenter of longings, —
our unconsciously love

each tremor, each shiver, —
sweet debauchery of our being

the moon, the sun,— we are, — 
a day, a night, — damnation

torch // flame, —
what a curse……
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

bunch of emotions organized in words

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