Poetic Mood ⋅ Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

on the sky bridge sings a dream sketched by time's frisson, — its shape betrays… love ⋯ where are those who're no longer with us, the tears ask, rejecting owl's myth ⋯ night's gaze stalks the town with its progressive process conserved in light-years ⋯ lucid, i'm caressed by a song you shared it once chic to breathe my breath ⋯ petals' silhouettes reach your lungs' nectar to trace my hypnotic scent ⋯ dreams' eyes recognize we're the carnal plenitude in so many tunes ⋯ on my forehead's meadow my dreams speak in odd language, — your lips translate them

if you insist the dictum of love is religion, I'll contradict you, for indisputable isn't in the cosmic period of my present time where even contours of snowflakes see what I mean it... nonchalantly proving and amusing in games of the spirits, felt and used in the metaphors of each day, so well devised thru steady descriptions, portrayed by this agnostic soul of mine, fine demonized in beauty by your mind, characterized in a deeper love aphorism, met not just in lucid dreams but in truths

I think I met you to learn more stuff about myself, — to discover new feelings, new heartbeats of my own, even to change my style, bringing new emotions to me, since the experience with you is a trip to time with each thought of mine in your thought, while our gazes are getting infiltrated in a touch and a kiss, identically like the charm of notes, so virgin so rational irrational