Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

your mouth, gee, your lips, stepped tenderly on the soft warmth of my naughty breasts without exaggerating to any piece of them, or to erode them by some means; the humid air of your tongue breathed me, correcting daily... one by one... furtively, my primordial sounds that lured your ego, both of us to consume the moment of love; you didn't do it like me, i didn't do it like you, yet, we merged with each other, passionately, turning us into a structure without rules... we're just painted by the sun arrowed by moon

his hands, — silver cutlery shinning like a multiethnic culture her body, — golden plate on his flowerbed with parrot-tulips their whispers, — regal treat driving 'em to desired fashion menu giggling, — the explosion of their noisy silence confess the appetite of their love

sheepish and fearful, — placed on the rib of a dream, a tree tries to put itself a new suit on its twigs a thread of sand feeling it, it began to wave a poem metamorphosing the view into a palpitating symphony subtle fragrances of the pink magnolias and pines kissed the spring's ambiance budding it in a true story and me, i became warmer listening curiously, its light, orchestrated tenderly by a moaning subtle breeze

your poem... — your poem is a sinless mirror sculpting me all right in an ingenious fairy tale your poem waltzes me on the scene of lucidity using its own rationality to renovate my Eden your poem confers me constellations, sheens, and charming mysteries on full moon's corolla your poem is a sea of wine which kisses me with mandolin's voice in your lumière bleue your poem... — your poem, i'm writing it daily with nights' eyes to dream of me during the day

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles, i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs, i have the morning stars moaning in the greens, i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody, i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly, [and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me

with kindness, — before to taste you, i tenderized your lips with my lips i left my sweet juice scatters smoothly through the serpentine of your brain patiently, i waited for it, to ascend in the land of your soul to win you fully unbridled, you abandoned yourself to all my will willed, to all my lust lusted now, licentious, my energy controls you you feel me to the bone, you love me

i came & knocked at your door, — [a dream opened it] it had in hand an empty glass... [luckily i brought a bottle of words…] in dream's madness, we tried to juggle with the silence… [silence got drunk], (we fell to sleep…)