Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my love for you, it doesn't sit… it grows all your lures and games are shipping me to sin you do me hunger… you do me thirst… and with all that, my kiss, it intuits your grins i have a sly gift to see you when you hate being seen my dream is my cat-sleep savored by you, — deep i'm your most coveted wish, my demons do you wildish like a fairy, i defy gravity, — i am as i'll be, there, for you doing you as do you like it, versified in my excellency

bizarrely, like a shadow of an idea in the blue moon of your thought, I've appeared without any weight, like a stain of blood, — to be felt any day and ever-more, provoked with least a sophisticated interest, for your mind is a picture untamed and me still intimidated, I dare you to find me in the atlas of your soul