the message

the feast, the joy, the rhythm of poetry
is grounded with the golden quill of my being

the time is bleeding in my nervures
back and forth like the message of the universe

my voice is echoed tenderly everywhere, —
want me? say it!

say you want me to tell you again what I told you once
when any season was dripping passion

and I will tell you not once or twice but infinitely times, —
I love You!
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
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what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply