good lovin' (in the morning)

by
moon's lusts swarmed
(on beggars' lane)

it wanted to be loved, —
(it succeeded...)

sniffed only a good lovin'
(in the morning)

since then, got deepened
(in my dreams' maze)

Comments

Post a Comment

poetic audience

Explore Popular Posts From This Blog

all I've got

by
somewhere... — someday... in an imprudent moment caressed by blue silence of the moon you'll recognize yourself in the waves of a friendship, a treasure hidden in memories exposed to find that solace... — my aim is to offer you the key... once upon a time's [all I've got]
Read more

somewhere

by
an explicit saline councilor in the deepness of my eyes, sings prominently your song its treasured susurrations bent to my heart's pond, somewhere in the right ventricle a beauty orchestrated by lungs like a Scottish bagpipe sound made to oxygenate all senses
Read more

yellow moon

by
take a sip of a rosy wine made with happy grapes in a hotly autumn one, intentionally to infiltrate in your blood and nervures, fairly to exhaust your mind with the photosynthesis of my exquisite essence, you to shine phenomenally thru my yellow moon's rays
Read more

if I'm not asking too much…

by
— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures, daily you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much. — Too much. We’ll cut out the woman. She would involve you in conversations putting ideas into your head, and your preparation would suffer. — I beseech you, cut out the book, I'm gonna write it myself, Lord, if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman. That’s my wish and my need. Is it too much? — You’re asking too much... Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures, you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A bottle of wine and a woman, if I'm not asking too much. — That’s what you wanted before, don’t be insistent, it’s too much, as you know... We’ll cut out the woman. — What do you have against her? Why do you persecute her? Cut out the bottle rather! Wine weakens me, almost leaves ...
Read more

trust in me

by
Put into a magic box: a sheaf of silence , a thread of happiness , two drops of hope , about two hands full of dreams , and the rest, as well as it fits, put freedom ... ‧ Put the lid on. Put a small key in there too. On one side… (to the left is necessary). Then rotate it three times, so will resonate an electric velvet song in  your soul's jungle . ‧ Close your eyes until the song will end, because good fairies will dance around you, and you don't have to, (to see them). Shush... Shut your eyes and listen to... trust in me.
Read more

bizarre... i don't know what it is… but i love it

by
Bizarre how the artists hypnotize me with their own voice and instruments. Bizarre, 'cause while they coddle their own devices, they take care to beautify me, painting me tunefully with their music, using the magic powers of notes and words, while simultaneously, they tell their own ravishing story, inspiring me to create, — © poetic mood ‧ un p'tit je ne sais quoi πŸ„― Bizarre, because the music, like any art, affects the way you feel, or I feel. Bizarre, because creates and induces those certain emotions. Bizarre, because no matter what I'm doing, or you're doing, we're gonna make time to take a look at everything that makes you or makes me happy, while music will amplify tastes, colors, compositions, and shapes. Bizarre, because the music is the diacritic mark for everything in anything, and because depends on music for the way my story or your story is gonna sound ToDaY‣‣‣ t o D ream A bout Y ou‧‧‧ (me ‧‧‧ ؟?) I don't know what it is but I love it… πŸͺ„...
Read more

shh... breathe...

by
β‚˜mβ‚˜β‚˜, (what a good taste has your love for me...), it sedates even the midnight moon p.d.q. shhh... breathe... say nothing; let me take the words I want directly from your hungry lips; your moans caress my hearing as if are the canticles' canticle; i'm in you deeper than it feels Cantique des Cantiques [ from the Old Testament ]
Read more

emotion

by
my emotion got been written at the morning coffee with the ink of dream that dreams me… the influence of mine with yours spun up to the sky for blooming in a color's custody full of desires… our lust made us confess again, how wildly about we're to each other… then… everything around us smiled
Read more