Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it was a box... for memories... (the wild ones) they said, — (aloud...) (looked like some smiles) an echo of the eyes, — (somebody specified) it was, and it's so effusive,  (the glint of life), said others (some wrote about it...), (some made a film...), — i heard 'em mentioning, — (some do it), still… (into your mind...)

morning's desire was to yip all day by comforting you as if I kiss you any change transpires in intonation, making each sound disintegrate if there's any confusion, eject it; feel just my murmurs of love sip a coffee on your dreamy road, tinted by a bitten windy wave in a spiced perfume of peony, joy, mint and citrus, feel me, wear me in your hot thoughts, let it be just me, loving you at the divine frequency ⋆⋆⋆ roused naturally, morning's desire, cooling me with its damn hotly scent