Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

i asked my dreams if they have any news about you… (none of them knew anything) i asked my dreams if you even exist somewhere, truly… (all of 'em woven you in music's tang) i asked my dreams if analogically, my love is your love… (instantly, every dream fell asleep)

it begins with a tiny tingle in the throat, provoking you to get a counterbalance by taking out of you some wacko noise, while your body contorts itself, intense in standard terms, the cough's installed, the eyes have shed some lordless tears, and from the sinuses trickle salty drops which your hands wish… to wipe 'em off everything stings gravely; possible to be, [some allergy], [some common cold], or your physique longs… [out of the blue], for antiviral treatment and multivitamin [your mind supposes, symptoms confirm], every part of yours will be chasing ghosts, will edit the whisper in the cough, the hug in the sneeze, and will lull 'em with hot tea

your moment of happiness when it happens, looks like the joy of some very young goats playing and grazing in your soul's meadow for nothing can't fit on your earth and sky with the lovely sequelae of your happening the buds of all your vibrations, stitch in time any emotion, making crackle the firm visage of your poker face that's depicting the ember of your chromatic eyes to intuit new feelings on the animated road of fancy, yours & mine

It gropes through the night's kitchenette your love, famished for mine. Finding that's busy with another fantasy has fulfilled itself by consuming stars. Some of 'em, too spicy, burn love's lips leaving you no choice but to wait for me (with a glass of red… red wine…).

i want more action between words' space, howled your thoughts, so music filled 'em

the skin of my lips has been fated to you… thanks to touch's delirium in love's princely kiss; painted in a vision or codified, I really don't know when the skin of my lips has been fated to you; but you see, i regret nothing; after all, i got your savor, thanks to touch's delirium in the longing's color… [on the skin of my lips]

oh, lover by sea, — you opted to get to me only as shadow being nonentity no one will actually feel if you want me… by all neglected, my billets d'amour listed will pass quietly yet your dryness will be watered smoothly in my dark tones as your irises plan pictures of my silhouette known by you only

late last night I tried falling asleep, but the night had a big mood of talking i can tell you this because of its manner of giving that subtle smile to me didn't take much to go out of my cozy bed letting its thrill bud inside me so the day, the sunlight lover… it guarded my dreams in the spirit of the night even the happiness took the shape of me while a sweet whimper filled my rousing Sunlight Lover (Moonshine Lover) by Soldier Story

Poetic, – the hormones of music are invading my coo-ca-choo. The cadence of all my pleasures, it devils the agony in ecstasy. The tiny butterflies donate to me, every frenglishly frisson. With the ink's rhythm, my words are entrapping you, too. Admitting I'm not perfect, furtively, you deeply track my Essence. You're hooked on my Poetic Allusion, (my playlists ♪ your mood passkey).