brunchfaced

…smoothly,

with the help of some memories,

I kissed your mild summer wine

and I sank in its orbit,

at once

‧

a yore playful cicatrix

got cured, 

as if the happiness I looked for

was hidden

through its chalice

‧

and yet, if you feel me

all around you,

as if you'd breathe what I breathe,

don't get brunched

by yourself

‧

wait for a while

for the call of my thoughts

kissed by a delicate summer wine

enough to get you to sink

in the orbit where I am