only you
it meows some memories.
Some, have flowers' shapes,
others, look like diamonds.
Some, perfume the dreams,
others, drag you in shadows.
Some, touch longings' souls,
others, search for words' lips.
Some, appear out of the blue,
others, disappear in whispers.
Some, are just humming love,
others, perform just pirouettes.
Some, embody your ideal,
others tangle your universe.
Some have sincere feelings,
others hover sporty in your air.
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And some, and others, jointly,
are licking your mind and soul.
And some, and others, exercise
in the spectacle of your being.
You're the hero of your smiles
that domesticates the wrinkles.