Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

instead to love me, you adore to dream of me... [...i'm your sleepless nights] ⋯ quietly, my mind's nails are scratching your soul's wound, 24-7, — my name's your blood type ⋯ your imbecile thoughts rove on my emotions' skin, — you haven't chance to cure ⋯ ...the night's fine ankle, shows itself at the same hour, bringing romance scent ⋯ ...i rouse you suavely, — don't speculate anything, — i'm 404 love, – your risk ⋯ i'm sparks, – [in your wants], [i'm the smile, – framed on your lips], — [i'm your wet whisper] ⋯ spoke from shelves, a book, with no kryptonite but charms invoked with, — [tales' spell]

in an old castle... (i live), — my room is lit with fairy tales; look closely and you'll gonna see it in the side of twilight wing ‣‣‣‣ since i prefer not show myself, people keep thinking i'm a witch; no one has any faith in me, yet, i persist on fulfilling their dreams ‣‣‣‣ i am the daughter of the stars, i shine on every sky of everybody's souls; i speak in dialect of hopes, my voice is painted in velvety accent of love ‣‣‣‣ i wear most shiny vestments, sophisticated powdered... in warm and sweeten tints; saw by some, some counterfeited 'em to use 'em as costume of Halloween ‣‣‣‣ in an old castle, (not where i live), but where people aim for the heart of one i'm not

Have you heard the news? It rains! It rains with curses toward the sky, It rains with war toward the angels. It rains with reason, and no reason, scary, and toxic, and verbal abuse. Have you heard the news? It's fury! Fury, and old and new and blended with undefined labyrinthine rigors. And motivated, and not motivated. Fury of some toward of other ones. Have you heard the news? It's love! Love that dies multiple times a day. Love attired in deep hate and agony. Love that's desperate and famished in women's, men and children eyes. Have you heard the news? I did. I do. I watch perplexed at any TV channels. I see an angry one yelling to others, while deities' rays light up in darkness with aim to shield a realm from monsters. Have you heard the news? It's about people... every kind of people.

i love... (without disturbing you), i love... facile... (in music's secrecy), thinking myself, — (maybe it's your pleasure of being loved.... like this...) ⋯ [a bizarre dream that sways into my astral skepticism] ‣‣‣ i love... (surrounded by the dreamers), i love... (through late bloomers' field), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but if you are... a fragile kind, who did itself a lair...) into my mind [as if it's there, your medication, and your dose, my constellation] ‣‣‣ i love... (without to beg attention), i love... (into my thought's thought side), thinking myself, — ⋯ (but cos you're dreaming, you'll accuse some nonchalantly aberrations...‽) [whose medication is in whose pleasure, whose skepticism is in whose dose...‽]

...an unmistakable scent is breathing my thought right from the first sing of a flamboyant rooster; ⋯ it is autumn's copper win-o in an aired fruity honey tint winded in smoky pastrami, lurking slyly at my window; ⋯ gifted by a heartquake, my eyes got wide open and my mouth salivated in childhood memories; ⋯ instantly seduced, i'm urged to take a walk to the fair, to savor the season's treats and do a new, indelible day; ⋯ inviting, life plays with me, feeding myself with p'tit joys to chase away daily issues into nowhere, into no mean;

i placed on my lips the hate color ⋯ on my skin, i placed the putrefy scent ⋯ i opted not to talk but to curse, and ⋯ i exposed myself in most nasty stand ‧‧‧ i ate garlic, beans cabbage and raisin ⋯ my breath didn't smell of the tonic and mint ⋯ i farted and laughed offensively naughty ⋯ i tried everything just to spread repel ‧‧‧ and the love didn't run, but quite the reverse ⋯ has been happy to live in my evilly evilness ⋯ it enjoyed finding i am in bigger shit than it was ⋯ ...conquered when it saw i'm not flawless at all ‧‧‧ so what you and i already know, at love's ears, the woman in me murmured some famous quotes ‧‧‧ “love me at my worst cos at my best, everybody can”

my longing for you has hemorrhage; it bleeds with love to abort soul's pain; feelings are ghosts through the night; sun and joy take me in a forgotten realm; rest of me comports natural for a fall's day; [i murmured sweetly for dawn's dream] [...its crystalline dew kissed my morning] [i woke up, smiling]