I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, when you hold the fasting of me demurely in your soul and mind loving me till God and looking humbled for the light to find a smell of the saint of myrrh. I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, then, when you're waiting for dispensation, that dispensation for love without knowing if it'll come this sweetness of godly thought with the smell of books and innocence. I'm as sweet as a sin, and you… you gotta be a chocolate Jesus looking in the sinner inside you knowing that it is not a miraculous icon or healing source that could heals you of me... me............................as sweet as a sin…
into love's apotheosis , I am your tales' realm ‧ into eon's boom-boom , I'm your subconscious ‧ with your inscape soul , you're looking for me ‧ to live you, to tame you, to feed you, to free you ‧ intensely… to love me, you, happier to wake up
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.
(on tiptoe…), …I woke up on Monday and on Tuesday, I thought of going Wednesday to work, but suddenly, Thursday, I saw coming Friday and I mumbled to myself, – what a hell to look for work on Saturday when Sunday is my day off for thinking of you…
from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour, i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality; there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning, enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored, i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark
when I think of you, I am another human being cos the other person has its own story to write when I longing you, I am your forbidden dream cos you're nothing but a royal shadow butterfly when I'm missing you, I paint you and frame you with sleepless colors under the rays of my moon cos when I'm writing to you, I use astral essences pulsed by my sun, to bring you back to the light
Take a knife. Make sure that's well-sharpened. Cut my soul in two and wait quietly to see by yourself what it's filled with. In the beginning, you will observe the sea with the cloudy waves of melancholy . And you will see the sun. A scorching sun . Then, you're going to feel a comforting marine breeze . (it likes to walk tenderly through my soul) Cut a little bit more to see how many waves of laughter jump out, but be careful to not spill 'em. (they're therapy for my various disappointments) Not to forget. You will see some failures . Ignore them. Someday I'll fix them. Cut a bit deeper and you'll find dreams which I still have, and also desires and fantasies… (I've to mention I have a special affinity with 'em) After that, I'd like you to look carefully at the top. Right there is happiness . Do you recognize it? I'm Human. I'm a lot of things each day of the week. I have about everything in this soul of mine, but I'm not afraid of t...
why should and how to love you still when you're already folded around me like a gentle cloud of a rambler-rose flowing around my forehead and chest to feel you like a kind of déjà vu which if you have it, I must have it too, today to roam like twin flames in love's nest
the sparks of your words provokes me to feel you I'm lively in your moment even if in all your dreams I've got a different name all words seem an invitation giving birth to a tiny ogre playfully summoned by you as if love brought us together willing us to remain closely
❝ your steps, children of my silence, ho-lily, slowly placed, towards the bed of my vigilance, proceed dumb and frozen, nobody pure, divine shade, that they are soft your steps selected gods… all the gifts which I guess come to me on these naked feet, if of your advanced lips, you prepare to alleviate it an inhabitant of my thoughts, the food of a kiss... does not hasten this tender act, to be soft and not to be not, because I lived to await you, and my heart was only your steps...❞
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