through the blueness of some slow sounds, then,
i get in delirium, surfing in their whirl dreaming
that i could see what you saw in your dreams dreamt
which could shimmer through the haze and between
all archipelagos of the winter stars, hidden carefully
in your heavenly eyes and in your chic thoughts with
scents of nightly visions by the attire of silhouettes
with the aspect of your sigh which utters groggy
in my dreams, just a thought... i-want-you... badly...
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Jeffery Liberman
