Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

today, the smoldering sun contoured its eyelids with some blue golden rays and smoky clouds, while its lips have been tattooed in a dusty pink today, an aqueduct of moods and experiences have recognized me while I've sown questions, (not many/not little), but enough for it, to smile today, with the pen of silence, I drew butterflies with my hopes in its iris and a paralyzing wheeze, stirring effervescent chills inside a soul's pores today, perhaps, I'll try to export my day's oddities through a wavering kiss to one waiting in the dark with the dusty pink lips bathed in blue golden rays

Bathed in the hug of your sun pampered by romped waves kissed on my lips by your stars in the existence of my dream wars of any thought get banal. .................................. In your angelic spirit, — I am an altar, — a mystery sculpted with your smile, with your gaze and your voice stuck in gravity of a delicate realm l'hawaïenne