grip of the sun

the rustling of your thought
painted on the canvas of my soul
is like a docile whisper...

and I don't hide you... —
my heart has deep-rooted on my lip
love... — your love...

and I love you…
but how much I love you[...?], you see,
this poem I didn't write it yet

it nests in your heart... and beats
...[I don't know to which side]
but vibrates in the grip of the sun
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
Middlemist Red

bunch of emotions organized in words

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