the island

come... — catch out my poetry's nipples
with the island lips of yours

suck out of it... the rain of my emotions
announced in the forecast of love

any dose will transfer in you the energy
from the nest of my stars

the molecular activity of my atmosphere
is gonna erect your hemisphere

our happiness from the present of now
will immortalize any picture falling down 

the vapors of our passion will sign
with pseudo name, — [end of the world]

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

if you ever asked yourself why you can't sleep, — i'm the reason…🆗