Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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 the 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, — silky, translucent wings 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; shows me that their life stories serve to betray the others' life stories; waiting on a blue sky, seems a parallel which reminds you to exclaim, — (the course of history repeat 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 while blames 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,  reincarnat

  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 listen to 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 so 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, [moisturizing 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⟯, — it's my lights' charming effect framed in a smiley kiss 𓇼 ⟮the midday greeting⟯, — it's rays influx from suns' eyes flaunting lunch meeting 𓇼 ⟮the evening's hello⟯, — it's bliss, it's contentment with treat, music, film 𓇼 ⟮nighttime yawns with joy⟯, — the moon and starry sky stalk cheerful soothing time 𓇼 each greet browses me while I think and look for fun, flirting with life's plans 𓇼 ⟮so⟯, — 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 some misunderstanding just cos I say too often, — I love you ⋯ it hurts me to see some dismissing my eyes just cos they're smiley 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  just cos 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 at 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... a.s.o. (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 living in

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 the four-day creep, we're in, when I am yours at infinite, and 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 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 whisper. Some, just love humming, others are doing 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, deal with the spectacle of your being. You're the hero of your smiles. Did you try to sort your wrinkles? They belong to memories. Yours... and only yours... Nobody can access 'em but you... only you, dear friend...

Here I am. Thank you. — (whispered to me the New Year). I thanked it back, too. ⋯ Involves only you to let bygones be bygones to fulfill your wants. ⋯ Don't let past trap you, or your fears to get you down. What self do, self have. ⋯ My wishes started act with the New Year's arrival. I hope the same for all.

I'm not beautiful. I'm not ugly. I'm better. I am that something which can beautify a moment you ask for it. I am a soul giving a word. I am what your mind is looking for. An emotion. I am a dream in a waking world. A waking world hungry for new. A waking world thirsty for life. A waking world for countless reasons. I'm something you might love. But I am something you could also hate. I'm that something that gives you the strength, to be able to do. I'm in you. I cause you to sigh of pleasure with reason and without reason. I'm proportional and inversely proportional to hope. The value is given to me by feelings. Forbidden feelings. Feelings given by memories. Original feelings. I am the adventure. I am the figment. I'm everything. I am the number — stay wild. I bring joy when I appear. I bring joy when I disappear. I am the new year. Honestly, the future looks like wow. Make your wish list. I challenge you to conform to it. And by the way, — My name is

My time has its residence in the universe of love. The access is assembled with the delight's materials. The domicile is hospitable, built in the joy's mannerism. The scent has something of the first stage of winter. On the list of its invitees, age is ageless. Just energy. Dialect of the present tense, it is its only way of talking. Wishes are fulfilled as are felt their vibes, (confident or not). My time, inexhaustible, is now. My facts will talk about it, later. If I'll be wrapped in your arms for Christmas, time knows. Noel Avec Toi is already prepared. My sharing traveled in your time.

Today I rejuvenated. My face is mine. My heart has its own heart. The silver-white hair's coiffure shows a few strands of my golden blonde. My soul has its own soul. Today, my whole being cries out with joy. And it whispers. And it laughs. And it loves. Love loves to feel me in love. My beautiful face is even more beautiful, beautified by a few wrinkles. My body has a body. Lively. Firm. Supple. And attracts attention. All the looks. And my thoughts are realistic. My journey has the journey. My steps lead to success. My everything shows the value. I radiate the elegance. Today, my life is reformed. On this day, like every year, I am again originally reborn. More beautiful. Newer. More successful. I'm the energy. Today — (D13) — everyone can feel my true smell. Jasmine. Magnolia. I'm emanating a suave perfume from my every molecule. Today, I am embodied in happiness. Everyone around me smiles. Their thoughts and feelings smile, too. Dreams are alive. I live them. I give ever

I don't give advices. I do confessions. Abstrusely gracious ones. Accordingly, I'm divulging, like this, some circumstances that happened once upon a time. Some of them have been succeeded to be managed, some, comme ci comme ça, some, not at all. The important aspect I wanna mention, it's that everything I write is shaped with the visions' elegance. Metaphors and personifications are home. Music loves to be my ally. And because of ⋯ «what if», ⋯ the portal gets open. I walk in any dimension I want to be, using a touching accent, — friendly, aggressively, or both. Suddenly, the crumb of the truth gets lost through some fancy-shmancy thoughts. I'm sensitized by a susurrus in its trying to guide my senses. Sometimes they're fluidized, sometimes they're opposing. Due to these, the reader can sometimes read between the lines or is led where his mood take him. I don't give advices. My words love to be attired in the sensuality dimensions. Adore to be tailored

instead to love me, you adore to dream of me... [...i'm your sleepless nights] ⋯ quietly, my mind's nails are scratching your soul's wound, 24-7, — my name's your blood type ⋯ your imbecile thoughts rove on my emotions' skin, — you haven't chance to cure ⋯ ...the night's fine ankle, shows itself at the same hour, bringing romance scent ⋯ ...i rouse you suavely, — don't speculate anything, — i'm 404 love, – your risk ⋯ i'm sparks, – [in your wants], [i'm the smile, – framed on your lips], — [i'm your wet whisper] ⋯ spoke from shelves, a book, with no kryptonite but charms invoked with, — [tales' spell]

in an old castle... (i live), — my room is lit with fairy tales; look closely and you'll gonna see it in the side of twilight wing ‣‣‣‣ since i prefer not show myself, people keep thinking i'm a witch; no one has any faith in me, yet, i persist on fulfilling their dreams ‣‣‣‣ i am the daughter of the stars, i shine on every sky of everybody's souls; i speak in dialect of hopes, my voice is painted in velvety accent of love ‣‣‣‣ i wear most shiny vestments, sophisticated powdered... in warm and sweeten tints; saw by some, some counterfeited 'em to use 'em as costume of Halloween ‣‣‣‣ in an old castle, (not where i live), but where people aim for the heart of one i'm not

Have you heard the news? It rains! It rains with curses toward the sky, It rains with war toward the angels. It rains with reason, and no reason, scary, and toxic, and verbal abuse. Have you heard the news? It's fury! Fury, and old and new and blended with undefined labyrinthine rigors. And motivated, and not motivated. Fury of some toward of other ones. Have you heard the news? It's love! Love that dies multiple times a day. Love attired in deep hate and agony. Love that's desperate and famished in women's, men and children eyes. Have you heard the news? I did. I do. I watch perplexed at any TV channels. I see an angry one yelling to others, while deities' rays light up in darkness with aim to shield a realm from monsters. Have you heard the news? It's about people... every kind of people.

i love... (without disturbing you), i love... facile... (in music's secrecy), thinking myself, — (maybe it's your pleasure of being loved.... like this...) ⋯ [a bizarre dream that sways into my astral skepticism] ‣‣‣ i love... (surrounded by the dreamers), i love... (through late bloomers' field), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but if you are... a fragile kind, who did itself a lair...) into my mind [as if it's there, your medication, and your dose, my constellation] ‣‣‣ i love... (without to beg attention), i love... (into my thought's thought side), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but cos you're dreaming, you'll accuse some nonchalantly aberrations...‽) [whose medication is in whose pleasure, whose skepticism is in whose dose...‽]

...an unmistakable scent is breathing my thought right from the first sing of a flamboyant rooster; ⋯ it is autumn's copper win-o in an aired fruity honey tint winded in smoky pastrami, lurking slyly at my window; ⋯ gifted by a heartquake, my eyes got wide open and my mouth salivated in childhood memories; ⋯ instantly seduced, i'm urged to take a walk to the fair, to savor the season's treats and do a new, indelible day; ⋯ inviting, life plays with me, feeding myself with p'tit joys to chase away daily issues into nowhere, into no mean;

i placed on my lips the hate color ⋯ on my skin, i placed the putrefy scent ⋯ i opted not to talk but to curse, and ⋯ i exposed myself in most nasty stand ‧‧‧ i ate garlic, beans cabbage and raisin ⋯ my breath didn't smell of the tonic and mint ⋯ i farted and laughed offensively naughty ⋯ i tried everything just to spread repel ‧‧‧ and the love didn't run, but quite the reverse ⋯ has been happy to live in my evilly evilness ⋯ it enjoyed finding i am in bigger shit than it was ⋯ ...conquered when it saw i'm not flawless at all ‧‧‧ so what you and i already know, at love's ears, the woman in me murmured some famous quotes ‧‧‧ “love me at my worst cos at my best, everybody can”

my longing for you has hemorrhage; it bleeds with love to abort soul's pain; feelings are ghosts through the night; sun and joy take me in a forgotten realm; rest of me comports natural for a fall's day; [i murmured sweetly for dawn's dream] [...its crystalline dew kissed my morning] [i woke up, smiling]

The sun attacked my windows. Has own fancy to see what I do, — if in some way I still miss you, or my feelings got lost a while ago. 🌞 It's a joy's room all over my head with the scent of life's bouquet. I access it, at intervals, a little bit, as if I'd have with it a chouette. 🌹 Its music borders me modestly. Its lips are overlapping with mine. The red kiss, not old, not young, has a rich taste of a playful wine. 🍷 If the sun has noticed any answer, or its scintillas sent you a frisson, if my fiction operated on you madly, stop checking yourself... just enjoy.

i am the one who has the diploma in not to be an option to nobody 𓇼 i graduated discipline of being authentic chic and, — a bizarre laconic 𓇼 on the brevet is written, — i'm not an easy friend on the contrary 𓇼 i'm qualified to qualify you to be, and lost and found, using chicaneries and the fiasco's rhymes 𓇼 some grin, some laugh to hide their failure, — and that's tacitly pitiable but also very typical 𓇼 i listened to, — ⟮accidental...⟯ at banal coffee time, the whispers of the life

...the present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ⁂ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments, lived at the neck of thoughts, while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ⁂ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul in my chest; the insanity of impatience began to waltz; emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]

i castrated the rancor of some people, applying to them without hesitation, the sensuality of flowers' tranquility, letting 'em perceive just my bouquet 𓇼 tempting crust and core of my smile, i tinted it with the belle spirit and soul of the words' simplicity, to nourish joy which, like a corset, belts their thighs 𓇼 when the sky's light is tousling beauty, my eyes linger on its savory message, – life, robed in the attire of poets in love has the calling to never let you down

the morning ran emotionally wild, and me, i've had a mood to whistle, probably because of the pipe dream that ended with... passionate kisses 𓇼 the midday, to stay awhile longer, it wished for some naughty break, probably to smoke the sensations i live 'em when mind flies... [a bit] 𓇼 the night looks trained, but it isn't, once that's inside, my love reacts, like a time bomb, i blow up desire, probably because... i love you a lot

(in love), — the dawn's romances sent to beauty sleep, (the poetry), which I composed it… (last night) 𓇼 but if you'll feel some thirst for it, sip its whispers spiced in passion and decanted in my inviting verve 𓇼 if it tends not to catch the message, let your heart roll the dice, to find poetry's idyllic sculpture twinkling 𓇼 it's chiseled with the desire's breeze, and satinized in the sea's pigment at the hour of our vulnerabilities…

the longing's light is on, — about an hour will let me lounge; the mental pictures urge, — i'm faced with all you'll do to me; frissons and butterflies rouse, — my eyes utter what mouth can't; in love with the present, — the moment lives me, i live it, too; your joy was to please me, — nightmares are fond memories; orgasm tacit in unison, — you smile, i smile, — sleep tight; ⟮my p'tit je ne sais quoi, allured in the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯

you metamorphosed the velvety morning rain, and slipped smoothly at my bedroom window, — [a place very intimate] 𓇼 an aggressive sun's beam has surrounded you, making you evaporate, — i woke up... moistened... [the dream knew... why]

to empty out my day-long tension, furtively, one of your piano fingers, gives care to my moans' physique, crayoning a work of art on my lips 𓇼 carnal, your tune unveils my body, laid to be explored, to be updated, in your cookies, with your crushes, [is in the mood for player's sound]

like a waterproof lipstick, i'm carried on your dreams' lips... everywhere... i'm exploding with savor, — i'm the marvel alchemy you long for... and my love for you is chic... sits tight hidden in plain sight... everybody sees it... but, — nobody knows what or who you are... not even you, the mystic one who hums my name each day and night so... who's the liar... what's the lie, — the love... or what i hide...

my ears breathe your whispers my soul talks in your heartbeat dialect my mouth listens to your eyes' sound ⁂ in a flash, my mood blooms, diffusing, — [mixed emotions] ⁂ i'm uttered, i'm smelled, i'm viewed, i'm lived, — [everywhere] ⁂ inside, outside, carried, by you, — [disparate madness] ⁂ dreamt, waited, unforgettable, by me, — DeepBlue‧‧‧ paradise

my lips, pressed tenderly by your lips, have generated in a flash each of our conical junctions unimpeded, desire was expressing itself, flaring me with its absolute, making you leak inside me the moans, with slippery, divided tones were never missing, — have fulfilled our music-sheet

i invited discreet a mysterious dreamer i philosophized about ideal and fiction i felt suddenly a gentle tactile contact  i fell in love with a flawlessness i suspected such one doesn't exist who's able to love you like that… and… [mysterious] and… [dreamer]

you, — passionately gazing invoking me quiet you, — starved after my thoughts' continent you, — negotiated longing, owning merciful tenderness you, — choreographing abysmally my best self you, — love me like nobody else

moon's lusts swarmed (on beggars' lane) it wanted to be loved, — (it succeeded...) sniffed only a good lovin' (in the morning) since then, got deepened (in my dreams' maze)

in her dream... she was fish (an anthropomorphic fish) her feelings were the tides, rippling on the ocean side her home looked like a shell, aquaplanet called her, Pearl how to not sink to that dream when all treat you as a queen