Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

Maybe this time tomorrow, hopeless to help myself, I'm gonna cheat on you with one... or with another, — cool off, you're not my first with a heart ripped, and guilt, it isn't yours but mine, having much love to give ⋯ Maybe this time tomorrow, I'm gonna cheat on you but what's the tonic now is the four-day creep, we're in, when I am yours at infinite, and you are mine, total; total in love, romantic incurable, hellishly passional ⋯ Maybe this time tomorrow, when some incertitudes will look for you, another's arms will cuddle you and with appealing lips will kiss you, while you will think to let a note, – (I'll cheat on you... It's not your fault...) ⋯ (narrates with broken hearts, a mistress, and a dude)

in the spatial pub of a dream, your time reserved the table, — music; the crystalline gestures of us are orchestrating the main menu; we taste a smile, but dessert winks at us, pushing the moment into a yum ambiance; we're admired by a hug and a kiss which do pirouettes on poetry's floor (...in the spatial pub of a dream)

I'm asking nothing for. I ask nothing from you, and yet... And yet, — if you would want, — oh, if you'd want to give, to me, what me, I didn't ask for, — perhaps, you will transform the sky into the sea, and sea, it'll transform itself in endlessly romance. ⋯ I'm asking nothing for, but if I were to do it, — would be about something like this... — ⋯ Give me the joy I give to you, and happiness, and smile. Give me the pearly whispers and the well-being spell. Give me the kiss I'm thirsty for, and thrills, and tenderness. Give me the dream you long for, but give it in the name of love. Give me the time and pleasure. Give me... (you'll hear me saying), (see you at night one of these days when poets' dreams dream still) ⋯ I'm asking nothing for, but if I were to do it...

Your dream gets in my dream whenever wants. There is no any other power able to control it. There is no prescribed mechanism to forbid it. The bewildering joy and the groggy happiness are dominating both dreams. Mine and yours... ⋯ The key to explore a dream in a dream, belongs  only to beautiful people. The rest can only hope. But hope is perverse. And botch the appearance. And sometimes, steps on everything, arrogantly, aiming for having even what wasn't meant for it. ⋯ It whispered my instinct, verified by all my souls which live in my soul and nourish my entire being. ⋯ All the souls of my soul possess their own source. Dream has its soul. Why do you think I dream‽ Writing, too... But so has the laughing. And so on... ...the Love. Why do you think I love, and I'm loved‽ Why your dream gets in my dream as it please···‽ ⋯ (giggling), (mysteriously blooming), (kissing... me)

Unblemished, I let my smile roving on the alley of the metaphors. Metaphors which, once, peopled one's shadow full of sensations. Sensations tamed and boosted with an implausible profile pic. Pic with the parts of its aspects lost in nothingness or joyfulness. Joyfulness with moving feelings, and thoughts wondering… why's‽ Why is late yet early, and why is far yet closely, on poets' boulevard. Boulevard accompanied by craves, gesticulating longingly, the passion. Passion of the nomad me and others, fermenting loves on metaphors' alley. Alley with paths to light and dreams, like a switch at the call of the love.  Love moaning,  — (let only music cry), (there is no medicine like the blues).

  I don't like people who introduce themselves as, — Devil... and... Angel.°°° ⋯ I learned to idolize me, myself, and I only. I'm monsters' terror.°°° ⋯ I'm born premature. I've independent-minded. Play as I let you.°°° ⋯ Right from conception, I knew I am the winner. I act as I am.°°° ⋯ Troubles pass me by. No one has power on me. I'm my own owner.°°° ⋯ I'm hero and sinner. Respect me to respect you. We might have some fun.°°° ⋯ My essence corrects if there's something on your mind. I'm life's elixir.°°°

What are you doing? (Read) . Different reading types. Have you read some‽   What are your passions? (Dreams) . Different types of dreams. Have you dreamt of writing‽ What to write about? (Questions) . Different questions. Do you have answers‽ What are you eating? (Moods) . Different types of moods. Have you tasted some‽ What are your pleasures? (Joys) . Different types of joys. Have you enjoyed some‽ What are you loving? (Life) . Different types of lives. Have you tried living‽ What are you to me? (Time) . Different types of times. Use it, use 'em, -  smart . What day is today ? (A day of smiling, dreaming, living) . Time does not change, love .

Known by you and only you, it meows some memories. Some, have flowers' shapes, others, look like diamonds. Some, perfume the dreams, others, drag you in shadows. Some, touch longings' souls, others, search for words' lips. Some, appear out of the blue, others, disappear in whisper. Some, just love humming, others are doing pirouettes. Some, embody your ideal, others tangle your universe. Some have sincere feelings, others, hover sporty in your air. ⋯ And some, and others, jointly, are licking your mind and soul. And some, and others, deal with the spectacle of your being. You're the hero of your smiles. Did you try to sort your wrinkles? They belong to memories. Yours... and only yours... Nobody can access 'em but you... only you, dear friend...

Here I am. Thank you. — (whispered to me the New Year). I thanked it back, too. ⋯ Involves only you to let bygones be bygones to fulfill your wants. ⋯ Don't let past trap you, or your fears to get you down. What self do, self have. ⋯ My wishes started act with the New Year's arrival. I hope the same for all.