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)

...an unmistakable scent is breathing my thought right from the first sing of a flamboyant rooster; ⋯ it is autumn's copper win-o in an aired fruity honey tint winded in smoky pastrami, lurking slyly at my window; ⋯ gifted by a heartquake, my eyes got wide open and my mouth salivated in childhood memories; ⋯ instantly seduced, i'm urged to take a walk to the fair, to savor the season's treats and do a new, indelible day; ⋯ inviting, life plays with me, feeding myself with p'tit joys to chase away daily issues into nowhere, into no mean;

there's a smile at the corner of my lungs traversed by the bridge of some memory, when i assumed you breathe in my club, wallpapered into different shades of blue like the sky and sea, and my eyes' color… there is a smile that strips your shadows bored and rambled in your shrewd mind while touchy is piercing your gaze's navel explosively to get inside my gaze's navel, instructed passionately to mesmerize you there is a smile chiseled by the stars' dew and another by the gems of trees' kidneys and many others waiting to see your rays in the mood of untangling the noon's hair, tenderized in the meadow of my dreams every time, there is a smile for everything; one lookin' for you, or one lookin' for me; both can have winter's joy or summer's joy; no matter what, each smile shares a story; that's why mine kiss yours, yours kiss mine

the music has questions and answers… to ignore, it blabbed out intense, last night, a dreamy choir its resting voice that loves respiring all my clime, it dove into my life, politely to savor my evil mind so, thru my gaze's navel and the navel of my soul, i've could sense its touch, guiding its groovy form evoked, its smile's chalice stole me a noble moan, magicking me to be much happier than day before

Lucidly, you opted to be seen as a sable, similar to the own you that could've been if you hadn't censured yourself, a full me. Me, the passion, the mystery, the joy. Me, the life, the dance, the happiness. Me, the curiosity, the caress, the love. Me, held now to roam inside your lungs, carrying a wild sweet box confusa scent, trodden by the soles of your sky, [once]. (despite that), Me, myself, and I, won't ever be gone astray. You denigrated me as a hooligan. Now, feel all my rage torturing you, as you tortured me.

To define entertainment, happiness, love or whatever, it's better to be done, only at your own present time, isn't it? I'm feelin' good. ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ is a Sunday kind of Love.

You made me look different in all the pictures taken not with the camera but with your mind My absence is only felt without where or when why or how, without who or punctuation signs Yet I've to admit that ellipses are accepted and glyph's variant of a bullet point indicates to me as being much stronger now in broken places Your attitude sent me deep in the blues, again… All memories captured erstwhile shine wildish urging me to pick up the pieces [KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ]

Would you like a glass of life? An intimately one for quenching a mysterious thirst modeled by a thought, explosively undressed with a starved kiss, debauched in a night from a week extracted out of a month in a fairy year... Clothes disappeared from inside to outside burning with the lust of our passionate rhythm, where our gazes intersected each other continuing till our lips met... and when you stopped to release me squeezing me with your mind, in your being, without letting me feel as if I'd be a prisoner even if I'm captivated by your nuclear love. What do you say? Another glass? Intimately? After all, what booze can get you drunk, louder than life?

I don't know why, but the morning's coffee took the flavor of searching. It began to look for the future in answers already lived in those stories which ripped my soul's skin off and froze the blood in my veins, putting me to fight with illness and to take a drive to hell to meet all the devils. Also, as if it wasn't enough, the wretched death has shown up taking from me my parents, my puppy-girl, and my brother!  I'm at another coffee and the strong savor touch of the blues is still felt in it. Despite anything of these, I've got some mind over what matters. I live! In my entire being, all my livings and emotions yelled, live! Live with your own rules. Do it! Let the good times roll. Nothing else matters. Carpe Diem!

[a fury dispersed to nowhere, exactly as it was brought] The difference between me and you are made by our habits and our different way of living our life. We're not hanging around in the same entourage. We don't even know each other, but with all these nothing stopped us to share some ideas about something that we've been agreed, at a time. [have to repeat/mention again, we never ever met] I don't know you, didn't introduce myself to you. I never saw you, touched you, characterized you. I never criticized you, cursed you, abused you, or harmed you. I never admired you or boasted you. (no confusions for an appreciation of a post shared) Still, you thought you have any right to hurt me. Why? But this is your problem. Spend your time exactly as you like describing yourself thru your own actions. Be indifferent. Treat everyone and everything with arrogance. After all, voluntary or involuntary, it is about who you are or how you like to be and look alike. I'll end

in my thoughts, your hug bloomed on my wrist slipping me in the calling murmur of your blood delicately, in a sentimental future of our shadows we dance in the rhythm of our pulse and longing our kiss on the moon's corner in a caressing suit heals the self-inflicted wounds created by waiting

your own you, out of my own asset, it's synonym with the way you love me, it's the anatomy of an imaginary hug, it's our unconsumed touch, it's your way to caress me with the softest appellative, ᵉᵛⁱˡ mama... it's the combination of both of us, the composers of happiness, — me too time too time too... you...

I adore the caresses of the delicate chilly mornings on my sleepy skin... I adore whispers of love in the dawn to lure me to a new adventure of life. It thrills me so delicately when I feel the summer breeze, — on my neck... And coffee. It makes me melt myself in his secret whisper bent in its steam, belle and seductive as I'm lovely felt, when the frail deed of love redemption leads you to a new level of happiness.

Life looks like a carousel No, it didn't get me dizzy. Was just barely warming. Your majesty, another tour. And please, don't stop. As a privileged one, my inner feelings are a tribute paid in coins with the taste of colors, music, love. It's an entire patrimony always rewarded  with a ravishing smile of the woman I am and of that little girl hidden inside me...

— What do we need first  for our sins to be forgiven? — Firstly, we need to sin. — And after that? — Just spread up the love. I got all You need. I got You.

mathematical definable, 0.9(9) seems to be the decimal number which describes our love and which looks close enough if we're as one answering to our feelings won at climax hour from my soul and yours without anticipation apropos, what time's in you 'cause inside me shows exactly hour, let-me-love-you-baby

If I'd descend from heaven in your eyes, (like a trail of the moon), would you hold off your eye blink to not jeopardize my ray? But if I'd be disseminated from the sky, on your lips, with drops of the rain, would I quench your thirst with this water of mine? And yet, because the «if», is just a condition of the argument and the «would», just the tag line, then the answer will be clear, — you will be what you want others to be for you, — while me, — I'll remain a silent flame in an abandoned silhouette — (smiling...).

a reply that you can give to someone is one that's been expected, but for which nobody asked you no questions, — it's similar, like a pause of 13 minutes at a black coffee with an intense boom spread on you, as after that, to realize that the period of time of a certain one dreaming of you, it'll look like a ghost who screens you an unwanted notice, — (error 404)

I'll never look for you again; take it as an announcement of love's declaration I've got; take it as a sublime orgasm totally lacked but it teased our blood, like a drug's heat; take it as a song met before of happening in a tiny poem hung, somewhere, thru time; take it as it is, a souvenir kind; enjoy how deep this river runs with all our facts tangled in it;

At an end of the world You to the other one I Not talking just listening to a fenced harmonious murmur A silhouette, rising up on Different-Shades-of-Blue I am When-She-Dances the reason you watch me Unbroken, you see me… sweet, like a sin  🫦 tchin-tchin! santé  🥂