Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

  maybe, (...just maybe), (out of there...), you are watching me with the same interest and affection, seraph angel (...at least, like that), I allowed myself, today, to think, to feel, to love as the child I was, and the woman I've become customized ...kissed on the soul, on noise, on silence, on the dark, on the light, on humidity, on febrility, with your inches of life touched ...by the pasts you took, with tons of happiness which you left 'em, to me, — (a little heartbreak girl) in a world that's charade and fully ...weighed by all odds at a fake weighing scale, right as you liked to joke, as you got me honed and nestled on dreams' shelf anchored ...embosomed, and scented, and snoozed, and waked, and nurtured, and tutored, by cell structure of a DNA where the joy is naturalness ⋯ 🤍💐🔟

when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of the dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color, infused in my soul's nectar, wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook, to listen to what I wish ⋯ (when I wish), a desire smiles on my lips, and through my eyes, having as watcher, a dream that floats… through your mind

⟮good morning, my love⟯, — it's my lights' charming effect framed in a smiley kiss 𓇼 ⟮the midday greeting⟯, — it's rays influx from suns' eyes flaunting lunch meeting 𓇼 ⟮the evening's hello⟯, — it's bliss, it's contentment with treat, music, film 𓇼 ⟮nighttime yawns with joy⟯, — the moon and starry sky stalk cheerful soothing time 𓇼 each greet browses me while I think and look for fun, flirting with life's plans 𓇼 ⟮so⟯, — salut, allez, bisous, — it's facile to relate to ⟮while we socialize⟯

each single poet owns only one religion, — is the cult of being enamored hypnotically; their fervent prayer is nothing but love, — their attire, from head to toe, it's alluringly; happiness and sadness bear one name, — passion... (maniacal and sensual at once); they are uniquely ones free to fix your soul, and like antidotes, excel in dissolving pains; the whispers of their words, perfumes you, their delirious smile is tactile music of life; if you're lucky enough to be kissed by them, you'll feel their art inspiring your hopes, up; and they'll choreograph your moon and stars while their sun will dream with you frenetically; seduced, you'll slowly unbutton your blouse, a little more... — making poets much happier; subtly, you've been lured into their secret world, all their thrills did something to show yourself;