Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

...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;

a riverwalk, — my body; your mouth, — my lover voodoo me transpire magic suspirations…

a response you can give to someone, it is one that's been expected, even if no one ever asked you any question; the wonder is that can have an impact, (an odd one), like a 13 minutes' pause at a black coffee with a thrilling boom; it helps anyone to gain an enough idea about someone, (looking like a ghost) while receives an unwanted message, – (error 404) even if it can't stop be dreaming of you