Poetic Mood ⋅ Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

on the sky bridge sings a dream sketched by time's frisson, — its shape betrays… love ⋯ where are those who're no longer with us, the tears ask, rejecting owl's myth ⋯ night's gaze stalks the town with its progressive process conserved in light-years ⋯ lucid, i'm caressed by a song you shared it once chic to breathe my breath ⋯ petals' silhouettes reach your lungs' nectar to trace my hypnotic scent ⋯ dreams' eyes recognize we're the carnal plenitude in so many tunes ⋯ on my forehead's meadow my dreams speak in odd language, — your lips translate them

…the forefinger of the thoughts slipping on an explosive story, are swallowing fire and smoke, as if they're some crack cocaine ⋯ with the touch of a kiss and a hug mastered by a sublime smile, your eyes got considerably glued, so you don't get hurt by loving me ⋯ thrilling, in a Republic of Romance, born in a temperamental habitat, uttering in a Latinate elation dialect I am… in the corner of your mouth ⋯ with symptoms of the feeling faint, dreams fall in love by nouns' heads, ⟮mine and yours⟯, visions in visions, overlapped, while spit out the fear ⋯ so the idea got constructed itself, while the music reflected our passion as the forefinger of some thoughts that swallowed both fire and smoke…

are you sure you want to… …to get to know me as i'm identified in a hidden life, messed up in multiplicated hopes with sweet dreams that fill my eyes with you… where you'd love to be… …‽ are you sure you want to… …to go far and deep, directly to experience my rules, sown with the magnitude of every boost, illogically absorbed by your instincts in the subconscious of my scent… …‽ are you sure you want to… …to sip a coffee, conceived and seduced by the witchery of my dialect embroidered with subtle inscriptions, and devoured by the pupils of the sun while you're perched on my pedestal… …‽ are you sure you want to… …you want to be addicted by the thunderstorm of my fantasies, spaced in the fruit bowl with the passionate loves' bacteria…‽ …cos i'm not, not as sure as you think ⟬…⟭ are you sure you want to… …to get to know, — why the shoe size is — happiness, why soothing zone depends on you, why the grammar of time is — oxygen, why the future is — today …‽