i am the sky of the skies above all the skies, bearing the sun of the sun of all the suns, and the moon of the moon of all the moons i am the world of the worlds of all the worlds, bearing the star of the stars of all the stars, and the dream of the dream of all the dreams i am the wish of the wish of all the wishes, bearing the night of the night of all the nights, and the day of the days of all the days i am the love of the love of all the loves, bearing the color of the colors of all the colors, and the joy of the joys of all the joys i am the very best of the best of all the best, for i am the i of myself of all the i of the selves of i, crème de la crème of all the crème de la crème (je suis mille fois un trait distinctif  traduite), while a thousand times is not enough for what i am for any sky, any world, any wish, any love, inculcated

today, the sky looks at me with nerve ‧ it influences me to feel as if i were all that it is ‧ touched by ideas, i got into an eerie vibe ‧ …who's the sky's sun …who's the sky's moon‽ ‧ …could be my universe to be its muse ‽ ‧ in a wink, sky's canvas exposed the poetry I am ‧ i look at the sky, i see me sky looks at me, sees itself ‧ (who am i…‽) (both, together, asked at once)

…whisper to me, soul , — whose love , love is afraid of, whose love it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, touch , — whose touch, touch is afraid of, whose touch it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, kiss , — whose kiss, kiss is afraid of, whose kiss it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, dream , — whose dream, dream is afraid of, whose dream it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, word , — whose word, word is afraid of, whose word it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, smile , — whose smile, smile is afraid of, whose smile it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, silence , — whose silence, silence is afraid of, whose silence it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, love, — whose soul, soul is afraid of, whose soul it yearns for‽ …whisper to me, truth , — ain't stopping till you're done with (who's afraid), (who yearns) …‽

It's a Shangri-La inside me… Songs played on the radio are my coffee companions . The sun's percussion tools are flavoring the ambiance , while the sky recites my lines. The sea , moved by my words, purifies today's air as deeply as it has done lately, and ever. Ecstasy found me meditating , with my gaze's navel tilted to passion's navel of a loved one. Smelling of milky chocolate , salty caramel , and pistachio , reveals who's thinking of me.

  …bring to me, — sapphire eyes, beautiful nose, flawless teeth, pulpy lips, sublime soul, brilliant mind, perfect coiffure error-free speech, sense of fun, sense of music, athletic body, full of health, gazelle walk, higher than 6 feet, passionate, tender, worker, hygienic, rich, gallant, (with me only), …and an assistant, …and a manual, for being assembling ‧ and just like that, i caught on repeat this epitome from the universe, but as it was expected, it forgot to notify about the most significant aspect, to refer to gender

my soul roams into a realm where the lavender blooms; it craves to devour its odor for it could inhibit a thought skilled at inducing longing ‧ and as my thought migrates in the province that buzzes with velvet purple whispers, i'm serenaded by the breeze of times, lost in hypotheses ‧ and here and there, untamed, my sentiments romp joyfully into the soul of my sensation sealed with the kiss's scepter of an illustrator, i never met

…he's someone who's not him but him, the kind of one nobody could imagine ‧ …he jumps and lands with fatal oomph into a mind, upgrading all the fancies ‧ …he's more, far more, than the sky sees, serving in full as one omniscient persona ‧ …he is… who's not… he's not… who is… he's one who no one's ever sure will be ‧ 100% forever, lured in a dreamy dream, tenderly sealed into an end-of-summer

…another poem, — the same you… still, (with my dreams looking for you…) ‧ a new day… trying to corrupt you, it uses an inverted message, — (i'm not missing you) ‧ with you loving me, time conjugates me at stars' snazzy joy, validating my alibis ‧ in all your longings, cabochons' agonies affects drastically, my chronic absence ‧ ingenuous moments walk right in your way, translating bizarrely, all you should perceive

Salut, — (facilitates dialogs) ▫ Water, — (life's elixir) ▫ Sugar, — (silhouette issue) ▫ Food, — (anxiety factor) ▫ Hobbies, — (therapy experience) ▫ Work, — (didactic effort) ▫ Admirers, — (transitory phase) ▫ Family, — (moralistic interaction) ▫ Love, — (perfection's test) ▫ Hope, — (multiplicated missions) ▫ Writing, — (suggestive interplay) ▫ Today, — (dream's scenario) ▫ Mood, — (unique identity) ▫ Myself, — (free mind) ▫ Story, — (three words) ▫ Coco Deep Blue

two in this story, laughing at their routine trysts, while songs paint their kiss

in two shakes, your lips leaned down on my lips to kiss …the world …we live in

excitement symptom, due to wet wildish passion, the cat mews to play

The noble excellency, the teaching artist of life, has been manifesting itself just out of the blue, to evoke the catalog of each tender-heartedness, manifested through the symbols of pusillanimity by actors who roll their eyes with irritable hubris while adopting as tools a code of religious value, acclimatized to accentuate that god is a weapon. ▫ My being is filtering the antitoxins from toxins. Their skittishness haunts me in virgin moments. My azure gaze nests in a cryptic sheet of music while one's body of the lyrics meditates on love, apt to meet me from a... today, in a... tomorrow, tailored in only one tint of the tête-à-tête of lips that melts in the inferno of a victim's insomnia.

Why are you on the roof of my dreams, still, when already my night, gone, humming — “I really wanted you...” , suggesting to you a little trait about “just yesterday” while your dawn has arrived relaxed for me in a superhuman suit, sniffing everything of what I spread on you…‽ ∙ Why are you on the roof of my whispers when my smile lives among melodies that hunt the lips of your words through the stars' cheeks fated to stir the future just to bud the spark of lust at the exact time when the poetry melts in the kiss of metaphors and the gaze of tenderness…‽ ▫▫▫ This distinct „Why” one, it's the name of longing, (a prudent longing) that asks while it waits in the chamber of alchemy, matrix after matrix, of the beauty out of beauty, in the universe of the verb (to love), while a cup of coffee captivates guests with („Why”) in a welcoming cadence.

...my longing for you kneads the patience, tames the expectations, inspires the dreams to bear fruit of a gaze with the taste of love ‧ ...my longing for you disavows the sadness, lives in appeasement, intercepts the feelings, tenderly gesticulated by the lips of your sun ‧ ...my longing for you explores within the deepest darkness, fearful, to locate your mood in so many playlists, hid by your urge for me

...the memories of the communism, of the dictatorship, in the cult of the fear, are sealing the lips, are petrifying the facial muscles, are ripping the soul, while the howl of the reality is locking the lungs with the padlock of anxiety, using the key of manipulation, attired in military boots; ...people are stuck in a profound disgust of what the hell happens;   ...suddenly, everybody feels censored, just to not hear and see each other's truth, right in the most crucial point; even AI knows; ... the view of a high percentage, promoted nowadays, it's the war, it's the fascism, it's the antisemitism, it's a voice that's not mine or yours, but of someone which with others are using it as if it is; ...entire communities are threatened with all the catastrophic effects that even the imagination is too damn afraid to imagine about; ...a manifestation of the hate, disapproves human attributes, alimenting the souls with an aching pain just to suffer repeatedly; ...the...

in the sanctity of meticulously dreams, meant to fracture the loneliness, nicely triggered by some beloved memories, you're labeled as the addict i play with ‧ on the pavement of whispers, absently, your team of longing takes a little walk and whistles in my pulsation's rhythms, just as once, when we staged our ritual ‧ i'm a she or her world as a love's tenant lured in a sly game, bizarrely transparent in a situationship without situationship inspired by an effect without final effect ‧ scratches' traces mapped by my scars, percolated your charm to others' charm as i exposed you as a fabricated oddity using algorithms that cheat algorithms ‧ my innate style is an aberrant architect, nonchalantly negotiating any limitation, just to pacify your mind, for isn't a gaffe if you feel explicit thrill due to my mood

on the sky bridge sings a dream sketched by time's frisson, — its shape betrays… love ⋯ where are those who're no longer with us, the tears ask, rejecting owl's myth ⋯ night's gaze stalks the town with its progressive process conserved in light-years ⋯ lucid, i'm caressed by a song you shared it once chic to breathe my breath ⋯ petals' silhouettes reach your lungs' nectar to trace my hypnotic scent ⋯ dreams' eyes recognize we're the carnal plenitude in so many tunes ⋯ on my forehead's meadow my dreams speak in odd language, — your lips translate them

…the forefingers of the thoughts slipping on an explosive story are swallowing fire and smoke, as if they're some crack cocaine ⋯ with the touch of a kiss and a hug mastered by a sublime smile, your eyes got considerably glued, so you don't get hurt by loving me ⋯ thrilling, in a Republic of Romance, born in a temperamental habitat, uttering in a Latinate elation dialect I am… in the corner of your mouth ⋯ with symptoms of some faint feeling, dreams fall in love by nouns' heads, ⟮mine and yours⟯, visions in visions, overlapped, while spit out the fear ⋯ so the idea got constructed itself, while the music reflected our passion as the forefinger of some thoughts that swallowed both fire and smoke…

are you sure you want to get to know me as i'm identified in a hidden life, messed up in multiplied hopes with sweet dreams that fill my eyes with you… where you'd love to be …‽ are you sure you want to go far and deep, directly to experience my rules, sown with the magnitude of every boost, illogically absorbed by your instincts in the subconscious of my scent …‽ are you sure you want to sip a coffee, conceived and seduced by the witchery of my dialect, embroidered with subtle inscriptions, and devoured by the pupils of the sun while you're perched on my pedestal …‽ are you sure you want to be addicted to the thunderstorm of my fantasies, spaced in the fruit bowl with the passionate loves' bacteria, cos i'm not, not as sure as you think …‽ are you sure you want to get to know why the shoe shape relates to happiness, why soothing zone depends on you, why the grammar of time is oxygen, why the future is — today …‽  

hybridized in each December skies' source, — i am, — generated by desires and dreams with talkative hands and piercing pupils ▫▫▫ hybridized in the synthesis of exquisiteness, — i am, — engendered in the mystery of poetry, pivoted by a major clandestine moment ▫▫▫ hybridized in the sun rays and flower buds, — i am, — a tangible caress of the shiver, in tandem with life sucking milk from an eager love ▫▫▫ hybridized in the zodiac of the majestic stars, — i am, — an ember unleashed, a soul-shaking whim, an entity, radiating optimism, stirring up joy

today, the smoldering sun contoured its eyelids with some blue-golden rays and smoky clouds, while its lips have been tattooed in a dusty pink ∙ today, an aqueduct of moods and experiences have recognized me while I've sown questions, (not many/not little), but enough for it, to smile ∙ today, with the pen of silence, I drew butterflies with my hopes in its iris and a paralyzing wheeze, stirring effervescent chills inside a soul's pores ∙ today, perhaps, I'll try to export my day's oddities through a wavering kiss to one waiting in the dark with its dusty pink lips bathed in blue-golden rays

…and your whispers, (all Greek to me), made my soul flutter, and lips tingle ‧ my mind translated them as it wished, — living a dream, (want you to want me) ‧ in my lungs, I could feel growing wings, — translucent wings, silky, caressed by lust ‧ my digestive system was overburdened by cocoons' crews, ready to free butterflies ‧ from the forehead of love, I could taste your moistened lips slipping on my lips ‧ like a metaphor of a poet, my eyes shone, letting flow joy in a sweet-toned cascade ‧ the meeting with you was good for me, while falling in love was a magic bonus

I've been anointed with the sky's lotions when I was born ⋯ love was waiting for me, pure and frenetic, passionate and bright ⋯ with a texture, delicate and graceful, I've got a prophetic name ⋯ my duties were to keep my family happy, brimming with pride ⋯ lessons transmitted by my loved ones to me, implemented top augur ⋯ the faith expressed is to live together peacefully, side by side ⋯ equally, yet different, you can't run from love, but towards it ⋯ now, my mood whistles bizarrely, a song's riffs across the room ⋯ always in love, migrating on your thought's eyelid, I'm your rhyme

very frequently, i tend to travel through the visionaries' escapades; they show me how their life stories serve to betray the others' life stories; waiting, on a blue sky, seems a parallel which reminds the brain to exclaim, — (the course of history repeats itself, regularly) (epochs change, but motivations continue to stay the same) the life, — a jagged emollient, it bargains in the weight of words; inevitable, it bleeds flattery' cosmology of so-called gods on so-called devils; humans tame humans, (but) who are those more wildly than the others (...‽) who are more dangerous… — the friend or the enemy (...‽) (the one who's kept outside the door or the one let inside, consuming all) (who evaporates first, blaming you for each and every thing...‽) where's the boundary of the friendship to cope with not getting fucked down (…‽) why others know what's better for your life when their first rule is to feed you with fear (robed in translucent silhouettes of times,  re...

kitchen seems smaller for both of them to use it, — nerves pollute the air • this bad episode caused tough gazes between them, like a wordless song • the context wasn't rude, but wasn't pleasant... (neither fun); as it came... has gone

i bloom with the dawns when i don't spend time with night, (engaged in my dreams) ⋯ on dreams' lips i am the touch you long for, (best thrill), if i'll come running ⋯ love's strength get us drunk, but so do the dreams and hopes trapped in our souls' whirls ⋯ we live time as it's, — (without past and future), just lust for each other ⋯ moaned the day and night, intertwined since forever through their present time

in my head is the moaning of a night, — (a hypnotizing night), named after you, you, the one who loves to tune in a song, housed in the bedding of a hard drive ‧ sweetly, breathing my worldly fullness, an inventive kiss, from that exact time, has migrated in this status quo, reviving a dream, to erect your untamed nature ‧ a secret flows from an annex of the heart, examining and tingling my lips, tactfully, while your smile [humidifying my breasts], moans like night, [love is sweet] with you

maybe, (...just maybe), (out of there...), you are watching me with the same interest and affection, seraph angel (...at least, like that), I allowed myself, today, to think, to feel, to love as the child I was, and the woman I've become customized ...kissed on the soul, on noise, on silence, on the dark, on the light, on humidity, on febrility, with your inches of life touched ...by the pasts you took, with tons of happiness which you left 'em, to me, — (a little heartbreak girl) in a world that's charade and fully ...weighed by all odds at a fake weighing scale, right as you liked to joke, as you got me honed and nestled on dreams' shelf anchored ...embosomed, and scented, and snoozed, and waked, and nurtured, and tutored, by cell structure of a DNA where the joy is naturalness ⋯ 🤍💐🔟

when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of the dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color, infused in my soul's nectar, wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook, to listen to what I wish ⋯ (when I wish), a desire smiles on my lips, and through my eyes, having as watcher, a dream that floats… through your mind

⟮good morning, my love⟯, — means my lights' charming effect framed in a smiley kiss ▫▫▫ ⟮the midday greeting⟯, — means rays influx from suns' eyes flaunting lunch meeting ▫▫▫ ⟮the evening's hello⟯, — means bliss, means contentment with treat, music, film ▫▫▫ ⟮nighttime yawns with joy⟯, — the moon and starry sky stalk cheerful soothing time ▫▫▫ each greet browses me while I think and look for fun, flirting with life's plans ▫▫▫ ⟮that's saying⟯ ▫▫▫ salut, allez, bisous, — it's facile to relate to ⟮while we socialize⟯

each single poet owns only one religion, — is the cult of being enamored hypnotically; their fervent prayer is nothing but love, — their attire, from head to toe, it's alluringly; happiness and sadness bear one name, — passion... (maniacal and sensual at once); they are uniquely ones free to fix your soul, and like antidotes, excel in dissolving pains; the whispers of their words, perfumes you, their delirious smile is tactile music of life; if you're lucky enough to be kissed by them, you'll feel their art inspiring your hopes, up; and they'll choreograph your moon and stars while their sun will dream with you frenetically; seduced, you'll slowly unbutton your blouse, a little more... — making poets much happier; subtly, you've been lured into their secret world, all their thrills did something to show yourself;

 it hurts, — ⋯ it hurts me to see certain misconceptions just cos I say too often, — I love you • it hurts me to see a few, ignoring my eyes just cos they're smiling for you spread on me joy • it hurts me to see some screechy haunters detesting with no reason your tiny knitted kisses • it hurts me to see some scandalmongers for they feel abandoned  as you light me up • it hurts me to see some souls' phariseeism just cos I sugar you fervidly as you give me that feeling • it hurts, — it hurts them a lot ⋯ it hurts me only five minutes

show or give to some people a little of your kindness , and for a time they will treat you with infirm feelings (life has the severe ability to make you feel this climate) ⋯ don't correct people's mistakes, in the end, their egotism will do that for them (life has the very ability to teach you to be an observer ) ⋯ sometimes, people's characters shift up or down, similarly to their greatness or vileness (life has the exquisite ability to make you think in how to cope with people's imbecility) ⋯ some souls are energy , spreading out optimism , but other's souls are impotent, scared by their shadows (life has the telepathic ability to inspire you and detect what includes the value of your happiness ) ⋯ nevertheless, we accept to coexist in this idyllic world , on a fraction of the sky , on a fraction of a dream ... (life has the full-time ability to keep us occupied letting us the greatest and most complete impression, —) ⋯ we do much by doing nothing else but li...

beyond my window is you talking with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me in an irrational dialect radiating so, in your eyes, the entrance towards my soul beyond of you is the moon, — the window toward dreams, where some dogs bark to guard fancies' sheepfold by some stars that lurk if you talk with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me beyond these hazy thoughts is a porcelain tome which tries your imagination to ask yourself if you are the one who's beyond my window, barking like a dog, guarding fancies' sheepfold, lurking the stars in my eyes

your glinting light peers into my deep darkness which pulsates when it hears your dulcet tone your ember, savors along with the sky's intuition the stamina of my body as you move smoothly your light, the thought, my darkness, the dream, are looking for each other on the music's waves both, learned to dance with each second offered, minimizing the distance from the mood we're in (whispered the kiss's butterflies, detached out of the dream I am not any, but your lady love divine to the thought you're not any, but forever my love)

In the earthly bit of the day, I dress up in the sky's scent. The sun's rays, like beads, adorn my neck. The accessories of my ears are grounds internet's playlist. On my lips, velvety and soft, reflect the smile's tint. Listening to my thoughts, the wind creates my hairstyle. The sea is my mirror while my eyes hum time's beauty. Out of nowhere, playfully, a thought climbs in my mind. I salute the life's mood and continue our chit-chat. Maybe an eye of my soul cries, but surely, the other smiles. If I feel confused, I'll be fixed. Nothing happens randomly. Life is stuffed with anything... I breathe it. It breathes me.

Maybe this time tomorrow, hopeless to help myself, I'm gonna cheat on you with one... or with another, — cool off, you're not my first with a heart ripped, and guilt, it isn't yours but mine, having much love to give ⋯ Maybe this time tomorrow, I'm gonna cheat on you but what's the tonic now is four-day creep, we're in, when I am yours at infinite while you are mine, total; total in love, romantic incurable, hellishly passional ⋯ Maybe this time tomorrow, when some incertitudes will look for you, another's arms will cuddle you and with appealing lips will kiss you, while you will think to let a note, (I'll cheat on you... It's not your fault...) ⋯ (narrates with broken hearts, a mistress, and a dude)

in the spatial pub of a dream, your time reserved the table, — music; the crystalline gestures of us are orchestrating the main menu; we taste a smile, but dessert winks at us, pushing the moment into a yum ambiance; we're admired by a hug and a kiss which do pirouettes on poetry's floor (...in the spatial pub of a dream)

I'm asking nothing for. I ask nothing from you, and yet... And yet, — if you would want, — oh, if you'd want to give, to me, what me, I didn't ask for, — perhaps, you will transform the sky into the sea, and sea, it'll transform itself in endlessly romance. ⋯ I'm asking nothing for, but if I were to do it, — would be about something like this... — ⋯ Give me the joy I give to you, and happiness, and smile. Give me the pearly whispers and the well-being spell. Give me the kiss I'm thirsty for, and thrills, and tenderness. Give me the dream you long for, but give it in the name of love. Give me the time and pleasure. Give me... (you'll hear me saying), (see you at night one of these days when poets' dreams dream still) ⋯ I'm asking nothing for, but if I were to do it...

Your dream gets in my dream whenever wants. There is no any other power able to control it. There is no prescribed mechanism to forbid it. The bewildering joy and the groggy happiness are dominating both dreams. Mine and yours... ⋯ The key to explore a dream in a dream, belongs  only to beautiful people. The rest can only hope. But hope is perverse. And botch the appearance. And sometimes, steps on everything, arrogantly, aiming for having even what wasn't meant for it. ⋯ It whispered my instinct, verified by all my souls which live in my soul and nourish my entire being. ⋯ All the souls of my soul possess their own source. Dream has its soul. Why do you think I dream‽ Writing, too... But so has the laughing. And so on... ...the Love. Why do you think I love, and I'm loved‽ Why your dream gets in my dream as it please···‽ ⋯ (giggling), (mysteriously blooming), (kissing... me)

Unblemished, I let my smile roving on the alley of the metaphors. Metaphors which, once, peopled one's shadow full of sensations. Sensations tamed and boosted with an implausible profile pic. Pic with the parts of its aspects lost in nothingness or joyfulness. Joyfulness with moving feelings, and thoughts wondering… why's‽ Why is late yet early, and why is far yet closely, on poets' boulevard. Boulevard accompanied by craves, gesticulating longingly, the passion. Passion of the nomad me and others, fermenting loves on metaphors' alley. Alley with paths to light and dreams, like a switch at the call of the love.  Love moaning,  — (let only music cry), (there is no medicine like the blues).

  I don't like people who introduce themselves as, — Devil... and... Angel.°°° ⋯ I learned to idolize me, myself, and I only. I'm monsters' terror.°°° ⋯ I'm born premature. I've independent-minded. Play as I let you.°°° ⋯ Right from conception, I knew I am the winner. I act as I am.°°° ⋯ Troubles pass me by. No one has power on me. I'm my own owner.°°° ⋯ I'm hero and sinner. Respect me to respect you. We might have some fun.°°° ⋯ My essence corrects if there's something on your mind. I'm life's elixir.°°°

What are you doing? (Read) . Different reading types. Have you read some‽   What are your passions? (Dreams) . Different types of dreams. Have you dreamt of writing‽ What to write about? (Questions) . Different questions. Do you have answers‽ What are you eating? (Moods) . Different types of moods. Have you tasted some‽ What are your pleasures? (Joys) . Different types of joys. Have you enjoyed some‽ What are you loving? (Life) . Different types of lives. Have you tried living‽ What are you to me? (Time) . Different types of times. Use it, use 'em, -  smart . What day is it  today ? (A day of smiling, dreaming, living) . Time does not change, love .

Known by you and 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. ⋯ 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. Each facet belongs to memories. And all falls exclusively to you. No one interprets 'em except you. Faultlessly, only you, dear friend.