Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

love is food [I feed you] l'amour est nourriture [je te nourris] 𓇼 love is a scent [I perfume you] l'amour est un parfum [je te parfume] 𓇼 love is music [I sing to you] l'amour est musique [je te chante] 𓇼 love is a feeling [I live it] l'amour est un sentiment [je le vis] 𓇼 daily I wake up to be rebirthed in dreams tous les jours je me réveille à renaître dans d'autres rêves 𓇼 in my dream, reality is you, [love] dans mon rêve, réalité c'est toi, [l'amour] 𓇼 this insatiable passion it feels like summer... cette passion insatiable ça sent à l'été... 𓇼 touch me ... breathe me ... [birth me...] touche moi... respire moi... [naissance-moi...]

my fingertips love you why do you think they pencil you? my mouth is enamored why do you think has tacked your name on it? my eyes dream of you why do you think they're laughing? my mind and soul hum a melody why do you think my blood is dancing? the saints and the devils worship me why do you think they bow down in front of the devotion that I wear it for you? [they never found someone to love as I love you they know I'm unstoppable]

your words kissed the skin of my soul bathing me in the smile of the moment drunk in a dream with wetly warm lips enough to waltz on your river's channel  with an echo of my heart's acolyte, love just as you know my name in my mind's clouds, your lips bite gently the murmur of my touches full of desire with the prayers of the nested caresses in painted splendor by your astral gaze [to feel you] to feel me [not more] not less but to make your body move

the world is dizzy and keeps rolling still 🌹 the hungry people consume only dreams 🌹 a poet paints the words as life should look alike 🌹 dizzy to the brim, i consume and write 🌹 dream a little dream, — let it scream happy… 🌹 [thru you… thru me…]

his fingers drain on the soft skin of her memories his tongue sinks into the viaduct of her mouth a sweet tender tension springs in her elastic universe...   that's all I saw in the promotion last night before a movie start it wasn't bad, but no good either, [my mind got lingers still on ad]

at an ordinary hour, out of the blue, like usually, his thought calls me out my smile, hearing it, sneaks rapidly on the sidewalk of his dream lips' footsteps palpitate red delights with flavors of the strawberry's pith my phone's screen giggles happily, — he longs to breathe me right in a mood he felt me; knows what i'm waiting for at an ordinary hour, out of the blue, [like usually...]

at the last moment, both famished with carnal desire, satiated with longing, we exposed our feelings i let him bite my tongue i let him melt in my burnings i let him quenched in my eagers all night long... all night long is still at this hour [since then...] since then we are like in a pearly nautilus shell... he let me do all that i let him did bleu électrique attiré par le bleu électrique, physique j'entame ma descente, vers le fond, vers l'abysse je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les étoiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cœur, tête baissée vers le néant   emmène moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est là un peu plus bas, juste pour voir, jusqu'où la lumière me suivra   attiré par le bleu électrique, mystique  je glisse vers l'abysse, je m'éclipse dans la nuit, bleu marine je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les étoiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cœur, tête baissée vers le néant   emmène moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est là un peu plus bas, juste pour voi...

he doesn't criticize me, — he improves the moment by kissing my dreams he doesn't try to change me, — he hums, amused, by the music dialect of my soul he doesn't interrogate me, — he knows to take the answers out of my poetries he appreciates me as i am, — he's a ray of the sun kissing my cheeks... my lips... he's happy murmuring my name letting himself hugged & hypnotized by my stars' net he never rushes me,  he figured out how's the fever of me... [high enough] he loves getting wrapped in attires of my texts, — he's an adorable one, roving through my realm's fire

insanely impulse of meeting you was aroused by the rain's voice in whimpers of a relaxing idea the words of longings plunged in the teeth of love with your bite on the nipples of my wet dreams hearing my soul's echo, your lips erupted on my body, penciling so, between dawn-pink to blue-night the mad impulse of meeting you