on this very day, I stopped in a hurry between the verses of the sky, domesticated by the poetry you are ‧ and I sang in the major key, coupled at flowers' jubilee in nectar's tinge, sufficiently to feel you as if you'd be ‧ a veiled genius, the seductive Kolibri

fragile, in the thoughts of yours, the thunderclouds brought to you the natural scent of love I'm in