love you
that mystery…
of "love you"‥
i wanna feel it,
i wanna hear it,
perpetually…
unintended
defines love, — to define love is to limit it, so better not… love is time, time is relative, relativeness is unintended
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i'll come running
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
bad episode
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
there's something on your mind
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.°°°
no medicine like blues
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).
beautiful people
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)
salut, — allez, bisous
⟮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⟯
love is sweet
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
time does not change
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 .
you can't run
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