I'd say: "Kiss me under a surveillance cam,".
And If you were "you"
you'd absolutely do that,
gently stroking my mind with a really funny story
which is supposed to be
"all about penguins"...
Somehow, I'd touch your neck,
then I guess, it's immanent that I object and would kiss you once again
-under that camera on that street of the dream-
leaving my lucid breath at the colour of your collar:
all white.
As a souvenir:
like a beautiful disaster.
like the meltdown of Antarctica:
crashing, banging,
dignified.
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