Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if it'd been to sing you a song it would spring up in your pen, the furrows of elegant caresses that'll get me to slip smoothly at the lodge of your heart, just to get me nested in it... untold if it'd been to sing you a song it would roll thru a radio station lost somewhere but still able to keep our fragile connection exact as were our ideas of fun, like Louis & Thelma hazarded if it'd been to sing you a song... it'd be one, as we have been... deep and blue, and bizarrely, moony and sunny, and nomad dear and psycho... and lifelike, as a sigh thru a story, [hearty]

I've run it up with all my feelings for you with all of my passionate fantasies with all of my nocturne's desires with all of my madly lusts and with anything I did with you in my mind I dreamed through words' existence and suffocating throbs of my chest just to catch you... then to have you not to forgive you but to punish you in that hell in which you've boiled me Like the deity of love, I possess you, venging with my amazone érogène avid v*cious, sizzling, exactly as you made me wait for you, letting my dreams never stay down but to call you in the realm of a truth from where alone you and I don't wanna go

you placed in my heart a climate wrought with intensive cadences which are erupting like a volcano from the engines of my fantasies and the routines of daily pleasures offered by words tangled in times, in the swirl of any existing emotion breathed by the soul's atmosphere just to may I think of you as you are, the petite unseen monster of longing possessed...[pour le reste de ma vie] in the volcano swing, that's foaming in my veins with an absolu' passion inquiring, who's by your side... still