A poem for F

confident kisses
Johnny Depp’s lips and nose
you say you are a Persian cat
and you do have some hair
that smells of figs
diving into the luxury of London
we enjoy its finest
sushi, skylines
and freshly squeezed pomegranate
a smile and deep gaze over the matcha tiramisu
and we divide the chocolate island
with a graceful crunch and kiss
lightness & peace

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