Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

on the dreams' alley my thoughts levitate smoothly discords are absent there, love flies to me like the one high plains drifter who has ghostly shapes in the pics' language our feelings are narrated the music translates 'em

like apples' flowers transiting to ripened fruits, her boobs swing, as if they have a fancy for stirring his desire… his mad lust understands, unlocking the thrills played in his eyes, [...as if his lips savor her ripened fruits already] dreams an apple tree on the skin of the twilit sky as its flowers blossom with dopamine, like the chic smile of her like the sly gaze of him

shines the whispers' lights, like dawn's beads, festooning promptly, love's echo, seduced and flung out from the neck of the sun's first thrill poeticized by the zenith of an endless longing thru a window's fissure of dreams' kitchenette sings chic, the thoughts in the mind's boudoir, using decency's taste, anointed in sin's crème, fine impregnated in a strawberry aroma's tale and cherry, adorned in tiny champagne collars thru an enamored soul consumed with desire dance the words on the canvas of the feelings adjusted by the contour of eyes' colors palette, like dawn's beads shine in the whispers' lights, like the thoughts sing thru the mind's boudoir, like the words dance on the canvas of feelings thru a shining Monday to rouse Tuesday's voice while Wednesday, so strange, allures the mood because Thursday's a hot comrade of the Friday that incites Saturday to inspire Sunday's dream to be, chic while you kiss me in fin...

and if my dreams go insane thru yours, [stay cool], [take no action...], their digestive system is full of poetry with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love and orchestrated by nature's music, — [weren't meant to hurt you but relax you] but if your dreams go insane thru mine, [stay cool], will be domesticated instantly with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love, well-orchestrated by nature's music, and… diffused, by my dreams' digestive system [so, hide all medicines, let dreams drive]

a slice of silence it attired the morning sky in summer's avenue my eyes breathe blooms' hue lured by your magnetic love and your tendered smile your silhouette grope in my rinsed soul by a dream scented by your kiss a kiss rocked by moon once... in summer's avenue to forget-me-not

while you breathe my kiss and paints ideas of you and me night scans our sentence our muscles' language are choreographing love and moans with giggles entire universe, à la mode, begs for a place in our league, — (thrills' club) the dreams have visions following us wherever are these thoughts of you scanned by the night… with me… [through any sentence] [where you breathe my kiss]

i roused up in the rain's melody orchestrated in DooWooDooWoo of thunders and flashes instantly, a Mirabelle tree blossomed while the sun has dripped out its golden ink on it a mild scent compassed in an arch of colors, surrounded, spectacularly, my chic boudoir‥ the spring laughs with bouquets of summer, [life's essences have better fantasy than mine]

the gaze runs with velocity wanting to comprise everything own eyes seek the analogies with the own inner augur and from all beauties bedded around there, the soul scores, — the dreams' generous steam in the naturalness of a smile […to feel more / with less] [tween actions] …as it's perceived half on house, or half outside out of a time, or to another time [does lucidity rely on the other who wants to conquer without defeating] the impact exposes the parade in color, — madness is a natural existence …and on this threshold is just one fantasizing, or [abandoned in own self]